Good morning, Dopers and lurkers. It’s not even 5:30 am but the birds have been warming up their tunemakers for half an hour already. It is that murky predawn sky, but c’mon it’s not like the sun is up yet!
I knew academically in some vague way that summer days are longer up north, and now that I’m on the ceiling of the upstairs bedroom near the attic* that’s relevant to me, I suppose. I just never connected that little factoid with the reality that is a 5 a.m. birdy cacophony.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 75 Amurrkin out and rainyish with a predicted high of 91 and pretty much rain for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is to spiff da cave. Also I have Vestry meetin’ via Zoom this evenin’. Sup shall be fried poke chops due to a gnawin’ and a cravin’. Side matter TBD.
Shoe it starts gettin’ daylight here just before six a.m. and is daylight until just after nine p.m. I like longer Summer days. Then again, I like Summer. I am a Summer baby.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Good morning everyone. Up early as usual, as I also have an odd sleep cycle. The good part is I can enjoy the pre-blast-furnace part of Texas summer days (5am-9am). After that it’s just scurrying from one airconditioned space to another. Only 4 more months until it cools off again. Yay.
I notice the difference between day lengths at different latitudes when we go to FL to visit FCD’s folks. Well, that, and Ocala is farther west than our little corner of paradise, which adds to the difference. For many years, I left the house by 5:30 to go to work, and I enjoyed the summer when I could drive in more or less light, as opposed to winter, especially when time changes screwed with my commute. Not that any of it matters now.
Today’s big plan is Death to Poison Ivy!! It’s a lush year for the evil weed and I’m seeing more and more clumps around my yard. I don’t know if Roxy is allergic to it, but I’d rather not find out. So I shall hunt and destroy!!!
The other plan is to remind SIL to take the garbage - it’s starting to stink up the garage. Sometimes I dread to think what their place will be like when they finally move from here. I used to think their squalor in FL was due to their landlord/roomie, but now I’m doubting that seriously. And it’s obvious they’re not learning from example. :smack:
It’s a gloriously cool morning - just 60° - so I’ve opened the house. It’s only supposed to hit 80° today - wonder how long before everything gets closed up again? I’ll take what I can get.
Dawn is about 5am now, so the cheepy things are starting about 4.30 at the moment. The singing can be quite nice, but that seagull that apparently sleeps on the roof and starts yelling SQUAAAAAAAK-AAAK as soon as it gets light can knock it off. It sounds like he’s right in my ear, wakes me up every time.
It’s brighter today, and the forecast was dry so I put the washing on. Then I checked the forecast; from dry and sunny, it’s changed to heavy rain most of the afternoon, so I guess stuff ain’t going on the line. Oh well, as soon as it’s done, I’m going to the garden centre. I’m all excited, a trip out!
Good morning, all. It is 0330 out here on the US left coast and I’ve been up for 4 hours. Couldn’t sleep, so I got some work done. Now I’ve crawled back into bed and will try to get some sleep.
It’s 6:15am and I am up because I read the clock wrong and thought it was 7:15am. I am staying up to midnight watching a TV program, so it usually means if I get up early like this I have a 1.5hr nap in the afternoon, which lets me stay up late. Birds do not trouble me (no trees in my yard) but sunrise is now about 5:34am local and that doesn’t make sleeping any easier as my Bedroom windows face east (today is cloudy, so sunlight isn’t to blame this time). Most of my working life I was up by 6am, but I retired dammit, I want to sleep in to 8 or 9am!!
OK, ranting done. Radar says there is a belt of rain and tunder-boomers south of Birmingham moving this way, so need to do shopping early.
FCM, good luck on the Ivy removal crusade. But you have to know that (1) you’ll miss one obscure plant and (2) Roxy will find it. That’s a law of 2-year olds, I believe.
Nut, enjoy the (soggy) day out.
wet one, haven’t seen you for a bit! enjoy the morn.
I had a fairly normal sleep cycle - approximately 8 AM to 4 PM - until my cat decided wet food was the only food for her. Now she wakes me up every few hours to see if I want to give her more. If I do 95% of it goes to waste, so no. No wet food every 2 or 3 hours. Yet she keeps trying…
It was a cool 55 degrees this morning, supposed to get up to 82 today.
I’m home from the park early as a new dog, unneutered male, showed up. I’m not sure Echo is still in heat, but I don’t want a St. Bernard to be the one to let me know.
She’s not bleeding, the swelling has gone down quite a bit. She has no change of personality when she goes into heat.
So I can’t tell.
Going to be another busy day. I feel overwhelmed.
Good luck with the battle of the poison ivy FCM
As far as I know I’m not allergic to it. I was very allergic as a child, then I moved my horse to a farm that was covered in it and suddenly, I wasn’t allergic anymore.
If I lived closer I’d come help you pull it out. I’d wear gloves, but other than that, not be too worried about it.
Afternoon, mumpers! How did it get to be Moanday again so soon? Did someone steal my weekend?
The pesky birds around us start singing from 4.30am onwards. I don’t object to it, if it bothered me that much, I’d be using earplugs. I do use earplugs some nights but often I don’t bother. These days, I don’t have to get up early as my morning commute has gone from almost 2hrs to about ten minutes (factoring in cat-feeding and making cups of tea). We have a pair of magpies, some seagulls and a lot of geese (courtesy of a large park close by, with a couple of lakes). They can make an unholy racket in the mornings!
I started the day with some bad news, one of my old friends passed away yesterday. He’d had prostate cancer for the last couple of years and although it wasn’t getting any better, he seemed to be holding it off pretty well. The last time I saw him was in February, shortly after my mum’s funeral. We didn’t talk much, but I will miss him. RIP, Bill
It’s going to be a busy week, we have had some new procedures for our final year students that means the majority of calculations for graduation have to be done manually. That does not look like it’s going to be fun at all…spreadsheets will be massive, and the formulae therein will be vastly complicated. And one of my minions has a bad habit of adding things to spreadsheets even when he’s expressly told not to…and messing them up. Took us ages to sort one out on Friday because he’d tinkered with it.
Ho hum…off to chat to my boss in a few minutes to see what other joys the week will bring us.
Tomorrow I go back to the orifice. Since I’ll have to get up at 04:30, I’ll need to hit the hay at 21:00. Up here at the 49th Parallel, the sun will still be up when I go to bed.
IT was a beautiful 59F this morning, light breeze wafting in the 2nd floor bedroom. The morning sun hits the opposite shore of the lake bathing it in golden light. A ski boat starts up and the low rumble glides past and leaves a gentle wake that laps at the shore. I turn over and go back to snoring. Then fuzzy tail jumps up in bed stands on my hip and digs in and starts purring.
Giant {{ huggzz }} to Boo Fairy dear, I am so sorry about your old friend.
To the Dopers with mewling beggar beasts, someone right here on these very boards suggested that as soon as El Gato starts howling and singing the song of his people, you get your ass right up, aaaand … take away the food bowl. Conspicuously hide it in an upper cabinet or something. (Obviously, it gets retrieved at a proper mealtime. One of YOUR choosing.) Some cats get the hint pretty quickly, but obvs YMMV some assembly required an’ all that jazz.
Finally, I am not a leper as I just received confirmation of a negative COVID test, and will be back at JobIReallyLike tomorrow morning. No sloth-age for me today!
I have my postcards for the Doper exchange ready, and shall march right into the post office - masked & at proper distance, of course - and purchase stamps like a decent, productive member of society!
Shit, I may even see about finding some greasy spoon and getting a proper bacon/egg breakfast … err … brunch … into me!
FCM you’re not stupid & probably already know this, but … do not burn poison ivy. Do. Not. Burn. Poison. Ivy.
Why? The nasties are caused by an oil. Which aerosolizes when burned. Which can be inhaled. Which causes … that’s right, boys and girls … an inflamed, itchy pus-dripping rash on the surface of your lungs and if you still don’t understand why that’s bad, well, bless yo’ heart.
Also, the birds start chirping early in a lotta Mumpers gardens! Let’s do an Earplug Exchange, eh?
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. The A/C and toilet are both not functional at the moment.:smack:
Well, Gordie woke me up at 0500 to go pee, and I am working an overnight shift tonight, so I got no clue. But welcome to the MMP Rye!
{{{{boofae}}}}
She was last on the Board last night at 9:27p.m. so at least she’s not singing
“Sing a song of sixpence
a pocket full of rye
1 horrid ex employer
baked in a pie” : cue maniacal laughter :
I woke up a hot, sweaty mess this morning, partially because my husband likes to sleep hot (AC set to about 78) and partially because I’m pretty sure I’m in the midst of peri-menopause and I’m relatively certain I’m going absolutely insane.
My husband is crabby with me because I had two dreams and one was about him having massively disgusting eye crust and the other was about him clogging the toilet, flooding the bathroom and going to sleep. The first is more likely to be true than the second. Anyway, I dream in distressing detail (think smells, touch sensations following me in to my waking life and all) so it’ll take me a while to get over both.
No sloth-age for me today!