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I'm an amalgam of everybody else. I presently wake up to lots of birds and a high-maintenance cat. The birds are nice, but I'd rather wake up to my favorite music and a gently snoring human companion.
Birds are good, and that's what I have. I usually wake up pretty early (though I'm way off my old early morning schedule), so I can generally avoid waking to the sounds of buzz saws and jackhammers, and the car alarms they set off. It seems like every other house in this normally quietquiet neighborhood is being renovated.
Almost invariably I just wake up to the almost imperceptible change to pre-dawn sounds outside. If that's not enough, then at ten 'til 5 I hear Ferrum Aeternum come on.
It is nice to wake to the burble of coffee brewing (and dare I say it, bacon sizzling) but even when I'm around other people I'm always, but always, the first one up, and setting a pot to brew the night before isn't quite the same.
It used to be I woke most days to a Siberian telling me (and when I say telling me - they TALK, you bet) to get up and go places, urgently. But she's older now and more on the "stay curled up on the bed for a bit" side of things than the "dash off a quick 15 mile run before dawn" side.
Currently I wake up to quiet. Always 30 to 60 mins before the radio comes on. Ocassionally, one of the kitties will notice me stir and come up for some petting.
The clock radio is set to NPR, so I can have the sound of other humans in the morning. It's soothing to hear someone's voice as I begin the day.
I'm a divorced dad, and for years I was partner-less. My little girl would stay with me every other weekend (still does, as a matter of fact), and she would always wake up before me. Typical 4-year-old, she would whine and fuss until I woke up. Typical 35-year-old, I'd wake up grumpy, to a whiny, fussy 4-year-old.
So I trained her to say in a chipper, cheery voice, "Wake up, Daddy darling," usually accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. Grumpiness vanished, and everyone had a better morning.
Now that she's a teenager, I'm usually the one waking her up. But I did pretend to sleep in on Father's Day, so we could relive that old tradition.
space coyote: I've been waking up to the CBC for years too. It's so much better to wake up to classical music than the rest of the crap on the radio.
Also: birds. A metric assload of wrens, in a tree between the buildings, so the sound echoes. But that's ok. Some times pigeons, seagulls and crows. I'm about 1/2 km away from the Burrard Inlet, so there's lots of seagulls. If every. single. bird. from everywhere is getting it's freak on, then that means that there's an eagle hunting nearby. Nearby = just overhead. Sometimes the alley people going through the dumpsters looking for recylables. Mostly birds tho. Eagles never say anything cos they're too cool for school.
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