Since I’ve been working on the boat I’ve been sleeping like a baby….well, some might say that’s not a very good analogy, some newborns don’t sleep a lick, so let’s say I’ve got a bit of a Rip Van Winkle thing going on. I don’t need to read, I just need to lie my body down and I’m in dreamland. Hard work, long hours in summer heat will do that and although I’m tired when I go to bed, I’m refreshed each morning like a starched white shirt because there’s eight hours of revitalizing sleep.
But, there’s a con to all pros or so it seems. My new sleep regime doesn’t wake me every hour on the hour like before. A mouse fart would have had me conscious and on alert. Now I sleep through everything, including my own snoring, the dogs shifting, the loons calling and the creaks and cracking of our old house. The downside? Being immersed in that kind of deep sleep makes me vulnerable, a target of the long, dark night when things creep in the shadows.
The other morning I got up, stretched and met the day with vigor. Did the bathroom thing, put the pups on the floor and sauntered downstairs to take them out to pee. Hubby had gotten up a few minutes earlier and had coffee waiting so we went outside and sat on the cement steps marveling at how blessed we are, taking in another beautiful day, the soft wind, the sun dancing over the water like sparkling diamonds and the sky as blue as our Copenhagen dyed wool.
I took a sip of my coffee and felt something shift from the side of my mouth to the back of my tongue. A big hunk of something or at least that’s what it felt like. Perhaps steak from the night before? I’d flossed and brushed my teeth but a rogue piece of meat wasn’t impossible and what I fully expected to find when I put my finger in my mouth and fished out the lump.
……….the thing was black and a bit mangled with a few legs missing, but the antennae were still there to identify the item as a bug. A BUG! The body was larger than a housefly but in its mouth mauled state the species was unidentifiable. YUCK, ICK, UGH, YECH, BLECH, PHEW, EWW AND TRIPLE GROSS!!!
They say everyone swallows spiders while asleep, as many as ten in their lifetime. But I say how does anyone know this? Really? So now the unmentionable has occurred and it turned my stomach for a few minutes until I stored it in the garbage section of my brain where I hope the heck it stays. I wouldn’t want it to be the catalyst that brings back my old nemesis, insomnia!
Hubby started reciting the old children’s story, There was an old woman who swallowed a fly……not funny but pretty much my story don’t you think? Too much like life imitating art.
Years ago I took that children's story and switched it up to “She Swallowed A Hook” and designed a pattern. I hooked it and the rug hangs in the shop. It’s a fun one and I loved hooking it in the gorgeous blue plaid background, blues, chartruese and yellow palette. I added this saying in the background, because some rugs really need words along with the artwork to complete a story.
"There was an old woman who swallowed a hook. She ate some burlap and wool and burped up a rug."
But, there’s a con to all pros or so it seems. My new sleep regime doesn’t wake me every hour on the hour like before. A mouse fart would have had me conscious and on alert. Now I sleep through everything, including my own snoring, the dogs shifting, the loons calling and the creaks and cracking of our old house. The downside? Being immersed in that kind of deep sleep makes me vulnerable, a target of the long, dark night when things creep in the shadows.
The other morning I got up, stretched and met the day with vigor. Did the bathroom thing, put the pups on the floor and sauntered downstairs to take them out to pee. Hubby had gotten up a few minutes earlier and had coffee waiting so we went outside and sat on the cement steps marveling at how blessed we are, taking in another beautiful day, the soft wind, the sun dancing over the water like sparkling diamonds and the sky as blue as our Copenhagen dyed wool.
I took a sip of my coffee and felt something shift from the side of my mouth to the back of my tongue. A big hunk of something or at least that’s what it felt like. Perhaps steak from the night before? I’d flossed and brushed my teeth but a rogue piece of meat wasn’t impossible and what I fully expected to find when I put my finger in my mouth and fished out the lump.
……….the thing was black and a bit mangled with a few legs missing, but the antennae were still there to identify the item as a bug. A BUG! The body was larger than a housefly but in its mouth mauled state the species was unidentifiable. YUCK, ICK, UGH, YECH, BLECH, PHEW, EWW AND TRIPLE GROSS!!!
They say everyone swallows spiders while asleep, as many as ten in their lifetime. But I say how does anyone know this? Really? So now the unmentionable has occurred and it turned my stomach for a few minutes until I stored it in the garbage section of my brain where I hope the heck it stays. I wouldn’t want it to be the catalyst that brings back my old nemesis, insomnia!
Hubby started reciting the old children’s story, There was an old woman who swallowed a fly……not funny but pretty much my story don’t you think? Too much like life imitating art.
Years ago I took that children's story and switched it up to “She Swallowed A Hook” and designed a pattern. I hooked it and the rug hangs in the shop. It’s a fun one and I loved hooking it in the gorgeous blue plaid background, blues, chartruese and yellow palette. I added this saying in the background, because some rugs really need words along with the artwork to complete a story.
"There was an old woman who swallowed a hook. She ate some burlap and wool and burped up a rug."
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