Friday, 4 September 2015

Daily Prompt: Forward Drive

What is the one thing that drives you to wake up in the morning and do whatever it is you do? Is it writing, family, friends, or something else entirely?

Morning Glory

Is it my morning glory flowers outside on the patio that call me to see how many have opened today? No not really, they do it all on their own and do not need me. Actually they should not be there, but I am glad that one seed from last year’s crop poked its head through in April and took over.

I am a golden oldie, no longer have a working routine, but do what I want and not what I have to, although there are certain things that still have to be done. My first drive to leave my bed is at around 2-3 in the morning, due to biological circumstances. It is followed with a second summons to the toilet around 5, but each time I drift back into the world of sleep, no problem.

On the other hand a certain organisation has to be followed. There is a breakfast to be devoured, a computer to be observed and a few house hobbies like hoovering and cleaning. It might even be that I will be let out for a shopping trip, usually in the accompaniment of Mr. Swiss as my consigliere. He is the logistic expert that plans the shopping list to ensure that I do not forget anything important. I know, you wonder, how do I manage to arise. That is quite easy in this modern day and age.

We have one of those illuminated clocks, but only one and it is on the other side of the bedroom. That is my first problem. Not only has my body grown older, but my eyesight is no longer what it was, especially as everything is a blurred picture without my glasses. Although my glasses are on my bedside table, I have to grope to find them, and that can get complicated, especially if they fall to the floor, There are then more gropes with my hands on the floor hoping that my glasses are found. I am a cyber golden oldie, computer magazines have replaced my knitting books and of course I have one of these mobile phones: not just a mobile phone of course, but a so-called smartphone with all sorts of various signs on it. 

Although my smartphone is only Grade 4, it works just as well as model No 6. It might be small, but it can tell me the time. Just press the right button (if your find it) and it is illuminated with king-sized figures showing what the time is. My iPhone (I know, I am advertising but iPhone is the only one I understand) has its nocturnal permanent place on my bedside table and so just an extended hand finds contact and I know what the time is. Should I again fall asleep, which is now and again the case, it even tells me to wake up due to an alarm manipulation that is permanently embedded in its iMemory, generally 7.45 a.m. 

So let us forget the writing or family friends. I do not write my literary works early in the morning and the only family friend I have is Mr. Swiss, who is generally out and about an hour before me. Of course, I have the cats, but they tend to sleep 23 hours a day, using the other hour for eating and searching for a place to sleep. 


  1. With me it's still work that drives me to get out of bed in the mornings. And at the weekend, it's all the jobs at home that I haven't had time to do in the week because of work!!!

    1. I don't envy you, been there and done it for more than 30 years