Tale Weaver — The Best Part of Waking Up


For this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, we have been invited to write about our morning and our need for coffee or tea to get our day underway.

I definitely need coffee in the morning these days, but it wasn’t always that way. In fact, unlike most of my school buds, I never touched coffee in college. I thought it was way too bitter for my tastes. But when I went to basic training in the army, I decided to give it a shot. In order to tolerate the close to sludge-like army coffee, I had to add lots of milk and sugar.

By the time I rejoined civilization after my stint in the army, I couldn’t survive the morning without coffee, and I continued to load up my coffee with milk and sugar. Eventually I decided to cut out the milk and just use sugar. But I was anything but a coffee connoisseur. I was perfectly fine drinking instant coffee, black with sugar.

But as I got older, I became more picky about my coffee. I bought a Mr. Coffee machine and bags of ground coffee and made my own fresh coffee each morning before work. I still couldn’t take it without sugar, though.

Then I switched to whole beans, got a burr grinder, and ground my own. Still black, with sugar. Finally I bought a top of the line Cuisinart combo grinder/brewer. My wife and I use only organic whole bean dark roast coffee. She has it all set up the night before and the first thing she does every morning is turn on the Cuisinart so that, by the time I head downstairs, a whole pot of delicious, fresh coffee is awaiting. I pour myself a cup and sit down and read the local newspaper.

I can’t imagine starting my day any other way.

And by the way, I gave up sugar in my coffee. Now I put half a packet of Splenda in each cup.

And that’s my story about my need for coffee to get my day underway. It’s the best part of waking up.

#writephoto — Sailors’ Delight

5687711A-6C60-4520-993E-1714237C40D1“It’s spectacular, isn’t it?” Marion said. “Like a painting.”

“What makes the sky look like that?” Julie asked her father. She never asked her mother questions like that because whenever she did, her mother would simply say, “Ask you father.” And so she did.

“It’s the sun’s rays glowing from just below the horizon and being reflected in the clouds,” Burt answered. “When the sun sets, sunlight has to pass through more air than in the daytime. When sunlight travels through more atmosphere, it provides more molecules to scatter the violet and blue light away from our eyes.”

“Oh,” Julie said, not really understanding what her father had told her. “But what does it mean?”

Burt looked at his daughter and said, “Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. Red sky in morning, sailors’ warning. That’s an old saying because sailors used to use the setting and rising sun to gauge the weather.”

“How?” Julie asked.

“Because weather moves from west to east, which means storm systems generally move in from the west,” Burt said. “So when you see a red sky at night, it means that the setting sun is sending its light through a high concentration of dust particles. This usually indicates high pressure and stable air coming in from the west. Basically good weather will follow.”

Julie gave her father a questioning look, but he ignored her expression and continued, “But a red sunrise can mean that the good weather has already passed, indicating that a storm system may be moving to the east. A morning sky that is a deep, fiery red can indicate that there is high water content in the atmosphere. So, rain could be on its way.”

“Mom?” Julie said, looking at her mother for help.

“Just look at the sunset and, as your father said, take delight in it for its beauty,” Marion said. “The rest of what your father said is just him showing off.”

Written for today’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

One-Liner Wednesday — The Early Bird

577723F2-FCA1-4FA1-9E7B-0D2E0CA0A726“Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.”

Ursula K. Le Guin, American novelist.

Now that I’m retired and don’t have anywhere in particular to be first thing in the morning, I rarely set my alarm.

And yet, I usually wake up every morning between 6 and 6:30 regardless of what time I go to sleep. And that kinda pisses me off. Because I’d love to be able to sleep later.

So Ursula is right. My mornings still arrive — way too early, I might add — even though I don’t set my alarm.

Written for today’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.