Bitch on the Blog

March 17, 2014


Filed under: Atmosphere — bitchontheblog @ 11:44
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It’s taken me most of my life, and I am still not very good at it: To learn when not to talk to people.

Particularly in the morning.

Irritability, even when the irritable manages to keep it under control, is palatable. It makes me nervous when I am around the irritable. I am chirpy, not least in the morning. Thus I know I get on my son’s nerves, just as I did his father’s  and when I was still at home my own father’s. To this day I wouldn’t dream of calling home before, say, I don’t know: Eleven? No. Make that one in the afternoon.

Forgive me for generalizing: People are at their worst in the morning. Particularly if they are male.

I wish I were an owl. Thus I’d be asleep by the time everyone else emerges. Only snag being that I’d have to hunt for mice. And eat them raw. Which would put even me in not such a good mood.



  1. I find my 26-ounce cup of coffee works wonders on my mood, unless of course large portions of said coffee end up on my display because of some hilarity I encounter reading blogs and the like. Even that doesn’t really hamper the mood change unless the coffee is one of my special faves from Raven’s Brew in Alaska (well – actually brewed in Seattle) – I hate to waste that stuff.

    Comment by shackman — March 17, 2014 @ 16:19 | Reply

    • The hit you describe reminds me of when I’d reach for my first cigarette in the morning. Oh, did I love smoking. Short lived career. No doubt one of the reasons my face is relatively unlined.

      I love the smell of coffee, alas, apart from the odd espresso after a meal, it’s not for me. Gives my stomach the jitters, and a noticeable tremor to my hands, Which is why, feeble joke as it is, I left the motherland. I tell you: Coffee for breakfast, coffee in the afternoon. Drives you nuts. Though my mother was good enough, whilst I was still at home and later when visiting, to make me some herbal tea. I really don’t know what people’s obsession with hot drinks is. Still …

      I speak a lot with my parents on the phone. But never between three and four (their time). It’s their holy bloody coffee and cake hour. Every day. Yes, really. I don’t like cake either. Though do miss my mother’s plum concoction (with whipped cream), season August/September. Or the one with redcurrants. I dare say that has more to do with love for my mother than all that fruit which I’d happily eat just by itself.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 17, 2014 @ 18:49 | Reply

  2. I’ve not noticed me being less than cheerful in the mornings…. but then people dosay I’m different. Odd that… I have no idea to what that difference refers. Uh?

    Comment by magpie11 — March 17, 2014 @ 19:00 | Reply

    • Obviously you are ‘different’, Magpie. We all are. Otherwise we’d all be the same.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 18, 2014 @ 05:46 | Reply

      • How boring that would be unlessw e had evolved not to be interested.

        Comment by magpie11 — March 18, 2014 @ 11:25 | Reply

  3. I’m male. I’m also at my best in the mornings. Try talking to me in the evening and I’ll be either dozy, scatty or inarticulate.

    Comment by nick — March 18, 2014 @ 22:35 | Reply

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