Getting up quite early

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Our cool morning world today.

I’M AN EARLY riser. I also like cool weather, which is one reason I live on a mountaintop and not on the edge of a beach. I sweated enough all those years in New Orleans and Houston.

This morning, I was up at 5:15. I was wearing a tank top — still am as I write this — and after checking the dismal news on both sides of the border on my H-P desktop, I slipped on my terraza sandals and went outside.

The thermometer on the wall told me it was 66 degrees. It was overcast, apparently due to a big storm in the Pacific. I liked the look of things. And the sound. There wasn’t much sound aside from the chickens next door.

Things looked good, so I got my camera and took the shot. See that tallest tree there in the yard? That’s the damnable peach, which trashes the grass every summer. That baby is coming down early next year, to my child bride’s dismay.

We’ll be installing a nice stone patio in the whole area. No trash trees allowed.

Maybe we’ll get some rain today due to the storm. That would be good and cooling. But I hope it doesn’t start before 10 a.m. because that’s when Abel the Deadpan Yardman comes to cut the grass.

But now it’s time to head downstairs for croissantitos and marmalade.

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13 thoughts on “Getting up quite early

    1. Ricardo: We used to go to Zihuatanejo on the coast at least once a year. It’s a straight shot via the autopista. Takes a bit over three hours. We always went in the low (cheap) season, which is to say the hot season, and we sweated our behinds off, but it was fun. Got kind of old after a while, repetitious, always did the same thing, usually stayed at the same (fantastic) spot, but still.

      Unfortunately, the autopista cuts right through narco and generally high-crime territory. The bad guys within the past year or so discovered a few rural roads in which they could enter and leave the autopista without going near one of the toll booths where there often are cops. There have been some robberies on that route, which did not happen before. That’s made us a little apprehensive about heading there these days. Truth is, it does not disappoint me all that much. It’s HOT.

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  1. “I slipped on my terraza…..” worried me at first. That could be a bone-cracking fall, is what first came to my mind.

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    1. Carole: I slipped on my terraza sandals. Sandals, i.e. put on. I change shoes at the door because my wife always complains that I track in dust (or whatever) from out there, and she’s correct. She is very meticulous about the floors. At least the parts that show. The corners … not so much.

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      1. Gotcha. Saw that a couple of words later. What flashed into my mind at first, though, is something I’ve done on slick tile surfaces.

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      1. You need those ants to go visit Steve so he can write more hair-shirt posts about life in the steamy, un-airconditioned coast.

        Saludos,

        Kim G
        Redding, CA
        Where the battle of the bugs rages constantly, but the handsome exterminator was just here, so we’re safe for another quarter.

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        1. Kim: We rarely have bugs inside the house. The occasional big, black, hairy spider. The crickets that make racket in the night. Virtually no ants and never a cockroach, which I lived with all my life in the steamy southeastern U.S.

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  2. The closest I’ve been to the Mexican Pacific coast is Tapachula, Chiapas, on my way to Guatemala in 2010. There were lots of mudslides and flooding in Guatemala due to multiple hurricanes that year. The heat and humidity were terrible and even worse than Miami.

    I often get up between 5 and 6 and frequently go back to sleep for a couple of hours.

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    1. Andrés: Going back to sleep for a couple of hours is called a siesta! The first few years I lived here I was big on siestas, but it tapered off, and I don’t siesta anymore unless I had a bad night’s sleep before. I usually don’t have a bad night’s sleep.

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  3. The optimal amount of sleep for most adults varies between seven and nine hours. What time you wake up is often dependent on what time you go to sleep. There is considerable individual variation between night owls and early birds. The CDC claims that more than a third of American adults are not getting enough sleep.

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    1. Andrés: I go to sleep about 10:30, and I get up between 5:30 and 6. That’s seven hours of dreams, quite sufficient. Many Americans likely aren’t getting enough sleep. They’re worried with reason.

      I’m an Early Bird by nature. I worked 30 years in the news business, almost always working late and having to sleep late. When I retired, I flipped back to Early Bird almost overnight. Mornings are the best hours.

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