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prev home archive next Momentary Thought The guy in the cube next to me is having a midlife crisis. He's in his late 40's, just got a divorce, purchased a Harley yesterday, dyed his hair and mustache very black, and according to the conversation which I can unavoidably hear, has dates with several different women this weekend. Oh, and he also recently purchased a convertible and a boat. I guess he must have made out pretty good in the divorce. Or else his lawyer is advising him to dump all his stock options. High/Low High: Still have a cough, but improving. And it's one day closer to Friday. And Marie and I are going out to lunch today. And I got a very kind note from Jayne of Periphery regarding yesterday's entry which made me feel good. Low: Calvin's in a blue mood and I'm trying to figure out how best to cheer him up. He (and I, and Marie) misses Michael, and we're worried. Current Obsession - Calvin goes on another business trip to Chicago on April 1st. Brace yourselves for more whiney entries. - I still need to figure out why my damned laptop is searching for a proxy server. Grin Source Scalzi's toddler is picking up some bad (but funny - sorry, John!) language habits. (See his March 14th entry) Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
I couldn't sleep last night. I've had a pervasive tickle in my throat left behind by the flu I suffered over the weekend. Poor Marie has got it, too. The two of us sound like a sickie chorus. She'd cough, then I'd cough. Then we'd cough together. If we could harmonize we might have something here. I finally gave up and moved to the couch at 3:00 am. I'm sure I was disturbing poor Calvin, which he so does not deserve. I mean, he's been asking me constantly if I need anything, and feeding Marie medicine as often as she'd stand still for it. The tub was filling up with bubbles when I walked in the door last night, and he and I enjoyed a good soak and conversation before dinner. He made his world famous hamburgers (my God, those things are good!), and fed the dogs, and rubbed my feet, and and and... I am well and truly blessed with a marvellous man. I can't express enough how great it is to finally have a partner with a giving nature. We give and receive equally, and that's perfection. Let's see... what was my topic again? Ah, yes. Insomnia. While I was sick and staying home from work, I mourned the lack of good programming on daytime TV. Now I must extend that to include Insomnia-ville TV as well. Man, there was *nothing* on at 3:00 this morning. Except for VH-1's "Pop Up Video". Which can be amusing. Did you know that Shania Twain wore bicycle shorts under her mini-dress in "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!"? Did you know that Robert Palmer doesn't keep in touch with the chicks in his "Addicted to Love" video? Did you know that one of the girls in Prince's "Gett Off" video was arrested for lascivious conduct, and the bail money was part of the video's budget? Ah, the things you learn. When I was a child, I suffered from insomnia periodically. At home, I'd turn on the light and read. The "Emily" books come to mind, as one summer I suffered from it quite a bit, and read and re-read the entire series. I'd be in bed reading at 1:00 in the morning, my light the only well of brightness in the house and, seemingly, on the planet. It does get *dark* in the country in Maine. The frogs would be singing in the pond, the crickets doing their thing, (Grandma snoring to beat Jesus in the next room), the stars bright and the Milky Way clearly visible from my bedroom window. I actually enjoyed it when I couldn't get to sleep. At least, while I was on summer vacation. More frustrating would be when I couldn't sleep while away from home. Primarily, when I was spending the night at my Aunt N's house. Which was quite often, up until I was twelve or so. I would lie awake on her couch and stare up at the ceiling. Sometimes I'd get so frustrated I'd cry. It's one thing to be wide awake at home, with the dog at my feet and the cat on my chest, and all my favorite things around me. It's quite another to not be allowed to turn on the light or TV, be bothered by the outside security lights shining through the window, and listening to my Uncle's distinctive grizzly bear snore coming from their bedroom. It's a lonely thing to have insomnia. Nice, sometimes, to have the house all silent and still and to myself. But the novelty wore off after the third night, and now I'm just tired of it. No pun intended. I had it one night last week, before I got sick. Marie did, too (though she *was* sick), so the two of us sat up and watched "Runaway Bride" on TV. I gave her some tea with honey and some cold medicine, and after about a half hour she was ready for bed again. She was up last night, too, but it was so late and her eyes were so dark and deep in her head, I just gave her more medicine and hoped she would get some sleep. No deal, apparently, because I could hear her coughing as I was coughing, and we were both up at 6:00. Poor Marie. Poor me. We're all just big whiney babies all over the place. Poor Calvin. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
Okay, seriously. This is way cool. Calvin and I did it last weekend and it was a hoot. Buy a kite. And don't just buy one, put it together. And don't just put it together, go out and *fly* it. Calvin and I bought one of those cheapie $5.00 kites at the grocery store last weekend. In fact, it is a Godzilla kite. Indeed. Calvin and the checkout guy waxed nostalgic on the toys of their youth. He asked if we were buying it for the kids, and Calvin said "No, it's for *us*." The kids were gone all weekend long. Calvin and I went to the park with Kye (who found the kite to be fascinating) and took turns holding the string. That was all that was required. As soon as Calvin held it up it just floated away until it reached the end of the string, and bobbed there until we were ready to take it down. Neither one of us had done it since we were kids. You don't forget how. Take it from me. |