Sunday, March 28, 2010

2:23 AM

My father used to call me Sleeping Beauty, not for my princess-like appearance but for my ability to slumber at the drop of a hat. I could fall asleep anywhere, anytime, anyplace. I loved to stay up late at night and sleep half of the day away. Mornings were evil, or so I thought. All that changed a few years ago when I discovered the sunrise and the quietness of the streets before commuters started their mad dashes to work.

Zeus heads to bed around nine and I am not far behind, although occasionally I will indulge in late night hours if involved in an important project. On my nightstand is the LA Times crossword puzzles or a book that slows my brain down until it is time to turn off the light.

For the last few months I have been plagued with mid-night awakenings, usually when there is some problem that needs to be solved or an issue that has not been adequately dealt with. Last night was another one of those irritating nights. The current project in my lair is Easter dresses for Little and Littlest. They were coming along nicely yesterday when I realized that those twirly girly skirt hems were just not going to hang right due to the bias of the fabric. I stopped the construction until a solution was found. At 1:45 a.m. I woke up. After 30 minutes of imagining yards of pink and blue fabrics in my mind and coming up blank on a fix I got out of bed, set up my camera and tripod and snapped this weird image. Then I went back to bed where Zeus, luckily, had not been disturbed and I eventually fell asleep.

The buzzing alarm at 6:15 a.m. was not a welcome sound this morning but I did drag myself out of bed and onto the streets for my Sunday morning ralk. It was a productive, thoughtful morning and a possible solution to the saggy bias hemline is ready to be tried. But first I will take a nap.


Note: MoneyWalker, I have reviewed your post from a few months ago and will be seeing if any of your suggestions help. Thanks!

Additional note: The dog left last evening. After three days of her constant companionship I missed her more than I expected. But everyone, please quit trying to convince me that we need a dog. Someday, maybe....


Wendy said...

Okay you don't need a dog...but perhaps there is one who needs you???

The Numismatist said...

Wendy, that does not help the situation here AT ALL!!!

bleason said...


2:23 a.m. is an important momement in time. It is the MoneyWalker's time to go to the potty. Then back to bed and when sleep will not return, it is time for the ABC technique, this time to name the towns of the high plains of Texas, my boyhood home. Here goes A Abilene, B Borger, C Childress, D Dalhart, E Earth, F Friona, G uh, uh, un skip it, H Herford, I Idalou, J Jasper, K Kress, L Lubbock, M Muleshoe, N Zh Zh Zh.

I agree about the dog, we seniors have done our job. About the time the last kid leaves home, the dog dies and true freedom begins.


The Duchess said...

I think you and the Princess were channeling each other - she woke up screaming at about 225am, went back to sleep eventually and the first thing she said when she woke up this morning was "Where's Grandma" - spooky, huh?

bleason said...

One other comment related to a different blog in which you mentioned Parkinson's disease. You might find this blogger's comments of interest.


athena said...

This explains where I got this lovely trait! I, too, can sleep anytime anywhere!