So much nicer than an alarm clock …

I enjoy my sleep, always have.  And truthfully, I’m one of those people who really prefers a gentle wakecat nose up call in the morning.  Alas, I’m a heavy sleeper, so I do set an alarm — the louder and more shrill the better.

Not for my psyche, or my nerves, but to ensure I hear it and, more importantly, can’t ignore it.  And I probably have some masochistic tendencies.  However …

As the mother of two four-legged babies, I am usually up before the alarm goes off, because at least one of my fabulous felines gets to me first.

And let me assure you, there is nothing as sweet as being awakened by a cold, wet nose pressed against your own Continue reading

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My new favourite way to start the day …

I’ve always been a gizmo/gadget kinda gal.  I’m not ashamed to admit I like them; and am always willing to make room for another one.  I’m not necessarily thecup of coffee first in line to buy the ‘newest’ thingamabob on the market, but it’s pretty damn close.

So it’s been sort of surprising, to all who know me, that I’ve been so resistant to buying one of those one-cup coffee makers.  You know the ones I mean.  You fill the cylinder (or whatever it’s called) with water whenever it’s empty,  insert one of those already-filled-with-pre-measured-coffee doodahs in the appropriate place and presto — a steaming, freshly-brewed cup of your favourite java in mere seconds.

It’s not like I don’t know they exist.  All my friends have them.  And years ago, when there was only one kind on the market — at least here in Canada — an early-adopter business partner of mine bought one and raved about it.  Like me, she’s single and loved the fact she could have a cup of coffee without having to make a pot — the balance of which usually gets tossed down the sink.  And there’s no muss, no fuss.  No filters to throw away, no coffee grinds all over the sink, nothing to wash out when you’re done, except your cup.

She couldn’t convince me.

Neither could anyone else, even when they demonstrated and served me the most delicious little cup of espresso, Continue reading

No better way to start the day …

The minute I read this WordPress Daily Prompt I knew exactly who I’d be writing about:  George.  The doorman who works the 8:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. Freezingshift at my apartment building.  He is, hands down, one of the nicest, kindest, gentlest men you will ever meet.

And he just so happened to be the first person I saw this morning.  Which is the subject of the aforementioned prompt.

George has worked at the building for many, many years.  He is a fixture there.  Known and loved, not only by the residents, but by every taxi driver, delivery person and visitor who’s ever pulled up at our front door.  Seriously.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been out, hailed a taxi and, as soon as I’d give the driver my address, he start waxing poetic about George.

“You have the most wonderful doorman”, they gush.  “He is so nice.  So polite.  So kind.  So cheerful.  Such a warm smile” … and on and on it goes.

Which is one of the reasons why I look forward to Tuesdays.  It’s my day to volunteer at Mt. Sinai Hospital in Continue reading

Day 44. Wakey Wakey

I’m not a morning person.  Never have been, even as a child.  My poor mother could never get me to bed at night; and she could never get me up in the morning.  She tried everything.

She bought me an alarm clock that was so loud, you could have heard it down the street.  I’d shut it off and go back to sleep.  She’d stand in the doorway to my room, every fifteen minutes, and yell for me to get up.  I’d ask her to give me just a few more minutes.  She’d send the dog into my room so he’d bark and jump on my bed; and jump all over me.  I didn’t care.

The only thing that ever worked, was when she literally froze me out of the room.  She’d open the windows as far as they’d go.  And then she’d pull the sheet and blankets off me.  But of course, that only worked in the winter.

Once I’d moved out of my parents’ house, I had no one to force me out of bed.  So I had to devise my own solutions.  Crazy as this sounds, to this day, I set my watch fifteen minutes ahead.  So when it’s really 7:00 a.m., my watch says it’s 7:15.  Then I set my alarm fifteen minutes early, let’s say for 6:45.  But it’s really 6:30.  And, of course, I set the alarm to ring again, just in case I go back to sleep.  So I fool myself into thinking I’m late.

This gives me a half a half hour of coming-to-terms-with-the-world time.  Taking-my-sweet-time, time.  Ridiculous, I know, but it works.  Even after all these years. Continue reading