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Morning Coffee, Summer Memories

CloseupWhite Sweet William flowers in Morning Dew, © 2019-08-21, Lizl/Elizabeth Bennefeld, Photographer. of
Sweet Williams in Dew

I have been awake since a bit after 5AM, my dog lying across my shins. About ready, now, at 0730, to venture forth and exchange my nearly-empty water glass for a hot cup of cold-brew coffee. Once my blood oxygen percentage is higher than my pulse rate number.

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Borrowing some time

The Shadow of the Clock

Just a few minutes with a cup of water before starting the day. The Scampers have awakened before my alarm clock, and I find that I’d rather roll over and go back to sleep, but that’s not happening. Wide awake, now.

Good photography day, Tuesday. Looking forward, though, to some wind and rain. Energetic weather and electricity in the wind gusts!

Best wishes for your morning!

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Early in the morning

I woke up about an hour ago, and I’m hesitant to make coffee, because I do not want to wake the Scampers, inadvertently trigger the whole “Morning Routine”.  We are expecting our latest Winter Storm by eleven o’clock this morning, at which time we are to stay home and stay safe.

Wednesday began with forgetting to apply morning Scamper medications and hastily assembling ourselves for a foray to top off the grocery necessaries.

the scampers (cocker spaniels) are asleep together on the loveseat after getting after(my)lunch treats
We’re asleep…don’t wake us!

Returning home and ascertaining that water was no longer seeping into our basement, we put the plug back into the drain. It had been too many days since I’d been able to wash dishes or do laundry, making do with paper plates and bowls and plastic knives, forks, and spoons. How is it that we never buy paper cups? I got through four or five loads of laundry, finishing up just before bedtime, and I washed dishes in stages with plenty of soaking time.  I cooked the meat, so if the power goes, we can eat it cold. I put the chicken breast, in its pot, on a shelf in the garage to cool. The pork loin is marvelous! We bought salad greens, mandarin oranges, milk, eggs, very dark chocolate, half-and-half, and for Al, microwave popcorn, lasagna microwave dinners, potato chips…and I believe he made a separate trip out for Eggo toaster waffles and ice cream.

I REALLY need a cup of coffee NOW

I forgot to buy more filberts.

Storm warnings are funny things. We stalk up with food as though the duration of the weather event will be weeks, not hours or days, in length. I also bought a lot of tinned fish: kippers and sardines in variations. In case the electric goes out and the power workers don’t get to us for a week or so? The upside is that all of the clothes, towels, and bedding are clean. I have hopes that the emerging tulips and daffodils will be protected from cold winds and rain by a nice layer of snow all around. More seepage into the basement as another foot of snow melts?

I can’t take this anymore. I must acquire coffee now! Fresh concentrate in the fridge is yelling my name loudly enough that I can hear nothing else.

What are the chances, do you think, that
the winds will not develop and
the blizzard will fizzle,
this time

Hoping that wherever you are, the winds are quiet, the sky is partly cloudy, and the temperature accommodates your needs.

With hope,

My poem, copyright 2019-04-10
Poem written for NaPoWriMo2019, Day 10.




A couple of days spent catching up on rest. I canceled Monday, and do not seem to be staying awake today for any length of time.

I did spend a nice hour in the gazebo, late yesterday afternoon. Between sun and a space heater set on low, the temperature rose to nearly 50 degrees. No sun today, yet, but next time I wake up, I may try that. I took photos yesterday of the mist frozen on the branches (themomentsbetween.WP).

I cannot decide to eat, finding no thoughts of food appealing. I may take another nap, first.

natural foodstuffs…

fog, mist and tiny snowflakes

served up at breakfast