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helenkacan Mar. 19th, 2011 11:56 pm)
helenkacan Mar. 19th, 2011 11:56 pm)Well ... now that I have your attention, that happened this evening. Other things happened prior to that.
Despite my best intentions, I didn't crawl into bed until 2-ish. And, yes, of course I was wheezing in desperation. So, please imagine my utter shock to wake up around 8:30. Just as I was puzzled by my insomnia, I am now even more mystified as to HOW my body can allow me to fall asleep without being assured to a decent, regular oxygen supply.
OTOH, there are repercussions. After getting a reprieve each night, my body retaliates (hmmmm, I'm using all these "r" words) by stuffing up my nose for the entire morning. There's no rhyme nor reason (hee, "r"), but it happens every morning.
After I managed to reestablish breathing, I had brekkie of many apples and two 'nanas. John finally went out grocery shopping and I washed dishes. He came back with 80% of my requests: a tasty sausage & pepper pasta sauce, 6 bottles of Coke, 2 boxes of facial tissues and 'nanas. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to find the raw almonds. Then, he went off to putter while I had lunch (two reheated chicken thighs).
We were expecting his friend to arrive for dinner, but she left late. The intention was to walk out onto the promontory to catch the full moon and then return to the dinner that was a joint affair. Well, Carol showed up and I bundled up in my long suede jumper over my nightie, not to mention boots, turtleneck, jacket, coat, yadda-yadda. Unbeknownst to me, someone (building management?) had put a proper gate into the corner of the fence behind the barbecue pit (and closest to the water). So I dragged my walker and we had a wee bit of a dangerous slide down the hill. When we got out to the promontory the sun had already set, but there were still golden striations of colour in the western sky. But we glanced around. Where is this full moon of visual significance? Not where we were. So, after tossing back a goblet of the bottle of Margaritas I'd provided, we headed back (especially crucial as John had neglected to wear scarf, gloves or socks).
We were such happy campers to be back inside. Dinner was on the table soon. We started off with French onion soup that John had made this afternoon, topped with Munich rye bread and decadent Brie before being slid under the broiler in my traditional handled earthenware bowls. After that came the bagels, sliced cuke and tomato, chopped onion and deli cream cheese (from Carol) and a small side of smoked salmon as well as a cool potato and beet salad (from John). And gherkins. We polished off the bottle of Margaritas. And, despite being full, there was just enough room for my large oval chocolate cupcakes.
And then I excused myself, saying I needed to get ready for church. So, imagine my surprise to find burrs stuck along the front hem of both my nightgown and even the suede jumper. Ick-ick-ick. Get them off me. Well, I changed nighties and then tried to pick off as many as I could. Le sigh. I don't have anything more exciting to do on a Saturday night? Ah, well. I'm going to have a few more sips of my cold cranberry herbal tea and then reacquaint myself with my very fresh bed (as I'd kept my window open throughout dinner and even beyond). Nighty-night, all. Yes, even to the absent moon.
Despite my best intentions, I didn't crawl into bed until 2-ish. And, yes, of course I was wheezing in desperation. So, please imagine my utter shock to wake up around 8:30. Just as I was puzzled by my insomnia, I am now even more mystified as to HOW my body can allow me to fall asleep without being assured to a decent, regular oxygen supply.
OTOH, there are repercussions. After getting a reprieve each night, my body retaliates (hmmmm, I'm using all these "r" words) by stuffing up my nose for the entire morning. There's no rhyme nor reason (hee, "r"), but it happens every morning.
After I managed to reestablish breathing, I had brekkie of many apples and two 'nanas. John finally went out grocery shopping and I washed dishes. He came back with 80% of my requests: a tasty sausage & pepper pasta sauce, 6 bottles of Coke, 2 boxes of facial tissues and 'nanas. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to find the raw almonds. Then, he went off to putter while I had lunch (two reheated chicken thighs).
We were expecting his friend to arrive for dinner, but she left late. The intention was to walk out onto the promontory to catch the full moon and then return to the dinner that was a joint affair. Well, Carol showed up and I bundled up in my long suede jumper over my nightie, not to mention boots, turtleneck, jacket, coat, yadda-yadda. Unbeknownst to me, someone (building management?) had put a proper gate into the corner of the fence behind the barbecue pit (and closest to the water). So I dragged my walker and we had a wee bit of a dangerous slide down the hill. When we got out to the promontory the sun had already set, but there were still golden striations of colour in the western sky. But we glanced around. Where is this full moon of visual significance? Not where we were. So, after tossing back a goblet of the bottle of Margaritas I'd provided, we headed back (especially crucial as John had neglected to wear scarf, gloves or socks).
We were such happy campers to be back inside. Dinner was on the table soon. We started off with French onion soup that John had made this afternoon, topped with Munich rye bread and decadent Brie before being slid under the broiler in my traditional handled earthenware bowls. After that came the bagels, sliced cuke and tomato, chopped onion and deli cream cheese (from Carol) and a small side of smoked salmon as well as a cool potato and beet salad (from John). And gherkins. We polished off the bottle of Margaritas. And, despite being full, there was just enough room for my large oval chocolate cupcakes.
And then I excused myself, saying I needed to get ready for church. So, imagine my surprise to find burrs stuck along the front hem of both my nightgown and even the suede jumper. Ick-ick-ick. Get them off me. Well, I changed nighties and then tried to pick off as many as I could. Le sigh. I don't have anything more exciting to do on a Saturday night? Ah, well. I'm going to have a few more sips of my cold cranberry herbal tea and then reacquaint myself with my very fresh bed (as I'd kept my window open throughout dinner and even beyond). Nighty-night, all. Yes, even to the absent moon.
