Someone left a comment this weekend that Ted and I live in the best of two worlds – summers on an island in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and winters on a lake in south Georgia. I couldn’t agree more, and there is very seldom a day that goes by that Ted or I one don’t say, “We are so blessed.”
I was thinking about that Saturday morning when I wandered out on the sunporch, coffee cup in hand to find Ted sitting in his chair with his little notebook computer in his lap. I had already fed the two munchkins who had jumped into the bed with me a few minutes earlier, making it known in no uncertain terms that they were ready for breakfast. They were following their “morning routine”.
Morning routine from Maddie: Dad gets up first and lets me and Goofy out the front door. We hurry up and do our business, then come and bark at the door. I do most of the barking because I am a lot more annoying when I bark than Fuzz Face. Dad lets us into the kitchen, where we wait patiently while he makes the water that turns black after he pours it into that pot. Then dad goes to our second favorite kitchen cabinet, and we each get a treat. How cool is that! We get a treat for waking up! Then we follow dad around a few minutes to see what he’s going to do. When the coffee is made, dad usually heads for the sunporch, and if it’s still dark outside, we settle down with him – me in his lap while he reads, and the great hairy one on the floor. Just as the sun is coming up, it suddenly occurs to both me and Goldie – at precisely the same moment – that we’re hungry for breakfast. And mom is in charge of breakfast. And mom is still in the bed asleep. So . . . . we both jump up and run as fast as we can into the bedroom and jump as close as we can to mom without landing on her. I start at her neck and begin licking (I know she does not like me licking her in the face, so if I start close enough she will get up faster). The furry one doesn’t help at all with this. He is not a licker. What he does is snuggle up as close as possible to mom and then puts one huge foot and leg across her stomach, while blowing doggie breath into her face. Well, believe me, since I am in that same area doing all the licking, I can just tell you that his breath is enough to wake 20 people! Now that mom’s awake, she grumbles and mumbles about having to wake up, and why didn’t dad close the door to the bedroom. But we know she’s only kidding, cause she puts one arm around each of us and tells us what wonderful, beautiful puppies we are. Then she gets up, and we have to wait outside the bathroom door while she does whatever moms do first thing in the morning. As soon as that door opens, we hightail it to the kitchen and sit in front of our first favorite cabinet! Mom gets out the dogfood, and soon we are chowing down!
So – all of that routine had been taken care of by the time I walked out onto the sunporch. Ted’s first words after “Good morning” were, “I took some pictures this morning before the sun came up.” I saw immediately why he had taken the time to do that – it was one of those foggy, misty mornings that turn the area outside our windows into a mysterious landscape where reflections off the water resemble images in a frosted mirror.
As the sun came up over the horizon, I took a few pics of my own:
I posted an update to the Mackinac Island blog tonight. If you’d like to read that, you can click here: http://bree1972.wordpress.com.
Tomorrow – a renovation update and pics from a party! See you then!