The Year is Complete!

Please feel free to look back through the 365 days of 2010 sunrises, but "a year of getting up to meet the day" is officially completed. There will be no more new posts.


Thank you so much for visiting.
A one year blog project in which I share a process of transitions: emptying of the nest, reacquainting with my rusty intellect, plowing onward with my first full length book, entering the second half of my first century, and generally reflecting on life.

(see Dec. 29th, 2009 entry for further explanation)

Thursday, February 25, 2010

rainy dawn ramblings

sunrise:  6:20

Rain, rain, rain.  I took many failed pictures of raindrops in the shrouded light of a rainy dawn.  Here is one attempt.
Having waited up until 11:30 for T. to return from a jazz competition, I was not keen to rise, especially knowing that it was so gloomy outside.  In fact, it was nice to walk in the rain, smell the softening earth, watch the three dogs plunge into their usual explorations, completely unfazed by weather.  Once I was out there in the day, rather than pondering it ruefully from a house or a car, I really liked it.  Why do I continue to be surprised by this?

Guster the baying hound sneaked out with such joy and gusto that I couldn't bear to make him return to the house.  My mistake, once again.  He was quiet until the last minute, when he saw an unfortunate pedestrian in the street, trying to have a nice morning walk.  By the time I caught up to him (ignoring my cries of NO! BAD DOG!  He probably just thinks I am barking along with him) he had finished his alarm and ran up the steps to the house.

I am not against a well timed spanking for big confident dogs.  Guster, however, came to us with many overwhelming insecurities.  A piece of paper drifting to the floor off a table would send him streaking away in terror.  Now he has grown quite stable (relatively speaking), but still, the worst I am willing to do is shake a stick at him, which makes him cower, though he trusts me not to hurt him at this point.  I wonder sometimes if he's just playing me.

I'm cheating and posting a picture from yesterday.  So many birds out yesterday, about thirty in this one flock, skittering from treetop to treetop.  I even thought I saw one lone robin, but it seems too early for that.  Here's a cluster of them - no idea what they were.


Each day at dawn I awake to a song.
My cell phone plays rap and hip hop then a gong.
I gather my clothes to go somewhere and stretch,
so my injured low back doesn't drive me to kvetch

Two or three dogs come along on my walk.
They tend to their business, no bother with talk.
The down side is fields that are filled with their turds
that I try to avoid while I listen for birds.

I wax philosophic when out in my yard
tho' I am no Keats, nor a Poe, nor a bard.
And I'm glad to be rising with dawn, to be tested,
and some day I'll nap so I'll be better rested.


  1. Thought about you this morning with the sound of rain still pattering against the window. Trusted you were well bundled and protected form the rain as you took your walk today. It triggered a memory of liking walking in the rain as long as I was appropriately dressed. Glad to hear you enjoyed it, too. Sometimes it is just exhilarating or liberating to be out there with nature, no matter what the weather conditions.

    Stayed up too late reading, too, so am finding it difficult to muster any uplifting energy...Your blog helped. Thanks.