Sleep

 

          Sleep is important and we all know that.

“How important is it?” you ask.

Sleep is crucial for maintaining both physical and mental health. It aids in bodily repairs, cognitive function, emotional regulation, and overall productivity. Getting enough sleep helps regulate hormones that control appetite and stress, reduces the risk of accidents due to drowsiness, and ensures a stronger immune system. In essence, quality sleep is as vital as a balanced diet and regular exercise for leading a healthy, productive, and safe life.

I looked it up so I could give you a good answer.

Me? I like to sleep. I like to dream. It’s like going places, seeing things, interacting with others, all while never leaving my bed!

“It’s like reading a book!”

Absolutely! And I love to read, too. I just finished a book named Kick by John L. Monk. I’ve had it on my Nook for years and just this week got around to reading it. It was very entertaining and I would spend a couple of hours every night before sleep reading.

“What’s it about?” you wanna know.

This guy, who committed suicide, goes to a place he calls the Great Wherever. Not heaven and not hell. He has no body, just his mind. He can relive every moment of his life, everything he’s seen, read, or did, and that’s what he does. He watches reruns of MASH or other shows or relives events from his life until he is sent into the body of a bad or even very bad person. He has no communication with the Great Whoever and spends his first few days in his ‘ride,’ as he calls them, figuring out who they are, what they’ve done, then gives away all their ill-gotten gains to worthy people or charities, then he kills them, usually. Not always. While in one guy, he confessed all his crimes, then before he was ‘kicked’ back to the Great Wherever, he took a Sharpie and wrote on the guy’s arm so when he came back to consciousness he’d see it.

“Don’t recant your confession or else!” and signed it God.

“It’s a good thing I don’t get my theology from books!” I told Pastor Jay. “Except of course the Bible.” I don’t remember what we were talking about that brought the book to mind, and I’m sure Pastor wondered why I was reading such rubbish. All I can say is, it was entertaining. I don’t believe in talking animals either, but it wouldn’t stop me from watching Bambi. I don’t believe in ships like the Enterprise exploring and living in deep space with warp speed, phasers, Klingons, Betazoids, and Vulcans but I sure enjoyed Star Trek. I don’t believe people can fly, but I love Superman — and other superheroes, too!

This week, a truck pulls into our driveway and out hop two very polite and friendly guys delivering our new Sleep Number mattress.

          “You got a new Sleep Number‽” you query.

          We did! We’ve had and do have Tempur-Pedic mattresses. Our Tempur-Pedic was put in storage in Pennsylvania along with all our other furniture while we went full-time RVing for a few years. When we had to give it up and move back into our place in Missouri, we had to buy new furniture.

“Comfort Select is just as good as Tempur-Pedic without the big price tag,” the sales person told us.

So that’s what we bought and have been sleeping on for the last ten years or so.

Mike hates it.

Always did.

But to be fair, he hated Tempur-Pedic, too.

We had a Sleep Number many years ago but sold it when we went to Tempur-Pedic. The new Sleep Numbers are very different. You can still adjust your firmness but you do it through an app on your phone instead of a remote like we used to have. The new Sleep Numbers also monitor your sleep. It tells you how long and how well you sleep as well as how many times you got out of bed. It monitors your heart rate and breathing, too.

“How does it do that?” Mike wonders.

“I don’t know for sure but it has to have sensors in it someplace,” I guess.

The whole thing came in two small boxes and one mattress. I somehow had an idea that it was like a sleeve. We’d have to unroll it and put the air tubes in the mattress ourselves. I was wrong and I’m glad!

          The guys set it on the porch for us and were nice enough to pose for a picture for me.

          Mike and I took it in and set it up. It was pretty easy to do.

          “How are you sleeping?” you ask.

          Mike wakes up with little to no back pain these past mornings. And so do I. My back has been hurting, too. Usually, first thing in the morning when I get out of bed and in the evening after I’ve been sitting in my recliner for three or four hours, which doesn’t have anything to do with the mattress. It’s just that I’ve been attributing my back pain to my overweightness, but here I’ve been waking up with no back pain, too! Maybe it was the mattress, at least in part.

          Mike’s sleep score for the first two nights was 91 and mine was lower.

          “What did you do with the old mattress?” you ask.

          We were careful cutting the plastic off the new one and slipped the old one inside before stashing it in the exercise studio. That room, because of winter, is currently closed off from the rest of the house.

          Thursday morning, Blackie didn’t show up for breakfast. That isn’t like him at all. He didn’t show up for supper that night either. Mike checked the ditches beside the road when he went out for the mail, but didn’t find Blackie there.

          Thursday night, it was around midnight and I was reading, when I heard a scratching noise. The dogs heard it, too, and went leaping and barking from the bed. The way sound bounces around in here, I thought it was outside the bedroom window.

          Now, I have no idea why Blackie would be scratching at the window instead of coming in one of the two pet doors, but I didn’t give it a second thought. If he was home and scratching to come in, I’d get out of bed and let him in.

          Maybe he’s just stuck on the porch, I thought, which made much more sense.  

          He wasn’t. I got up and took a flashlight out to the porch. He wasn’t there and he wasn’t outside the bedroom window either. I looked and looked and called until I was satisfied that nothing was out there.

          Coming back in, I saw Bondi and Raini go to the closed off, curtained off, draft-stoppered, exercise studio door. I pulled back the curtain and there was Blackie. He’d slipped in unnoticed when we put the mattress in and spent more than twenty-four hours in there.

          “Did he make a mess?” Mike asked.

          “I haven’t checked it out yet,” I admitted. “’Cause I know when I find it I’ll have to clean it up.”

          Mike and I went in together and looked all around the floor. We didn’t find a single cat mess. How he held it so long, I don’t know. Blackie did, however, tear all the plastic we’d put up over the outside door. And I’m pretty sure he left scratches on the French doors, but I didn’t look, so I don’t really know.

          “Ignorance is bliss,” or so my father said.

          “I guess you’re pretty happy then,” my quick-witted little sister quipped.

          Momma laughed when she told me that story, it tickled her, and I can still hear her laughter in my head.

          Oh well. At least Blackie’s okay and that’s the most important thing.

 

          Joann stores are closing. There’s one in Dickson City. I thought I saw something online that it was eighty percent off. They have craft supplies as well as fabrics so we went to see if I could find any good deals.

          “We can stop at Moe’s Tex-Mex for lunch,” I tempted Mike. He’s been wanting to go there. Our last attempt to find a good Mexican restaurant ended with an outrageous bill and food that was just okay and not worth what we paid.

          The morning started out foggy.

          “Look!” I said to Mike. “Lamar’s not wearing his safety vest.”

          He usually does and on this foggy morning, it would’ve been helpful. But don’t tell Miss Rosie he wasn’t wearing it. I don’t want to get him into trouble.           

          I guess I mostly watch out my side of the car but on this trip, as we were going through South Abbington, I was looking out Mike’s side when I spot a Mexican Restaurant.

          “Jalapeno’s Authentic Mexican Grill!” I exclaimed.

          “We’ll try that one this time,” Mike said.

          We went on down to Joann’s. Mike dropped me off and went to the Sleep Number store while I went in and shopped.

          I was disappointed in the sale. There were some things marked forty percent off but the art stuff I was looking at was only ten or twenty percent off. Not enough of a savings to tempt to buy things I don’t really need.

          “Finding any good deals?” I asked a lady shopping the same aisle I was in.

          “Not really. I think they actually marked some stuff up.”

          “Really!”

          “I shop here all the time,” she told me and went on to give me some examples of prices she thought were higher.

          I ended up picking up some watercolor paper. It was fifteen dollars and twenty percent would only take it down three. It wasn’t the recommended 100% cotton paper but I thought it would be okay for practice. I get to the single open checkout and the line was twenty people, mostly women, long. Right behind me was the lady I’d been talking to earlier.

          “I’m not waiting,” I told her and set the paper down.

          Mike was still talking with Kelly Pegg at the Sleep Number store so I walked across the parking lot and joined him.

          Our next stop was Walmart, then Michael’s and Hobby Lobby. Michael’s carries higher grade paints than Hobby Lobby does but for what they had, Hobby Lobby was cheaper. Everything I’ve read said quality paper makes more of a difference in your paintings than quality paints do. I bought some of both. At Michael’s I bought two tubes of level two paints, which is above student but not as pricy as level three artist grade. At Hobby lobby I bought a tube of student grade paint and a set of metallic watercolors. I don’t know what I’m going to do with those yet. You’ll have to stay tuned.

          We stopped at Jalapeno’s on the way home. Judging by the cars in the parking lot, it wasn’t very busy.

          “And it’s lunch time. Is that a bad sign?” Mike wanted to know.

          We went in and were greeted by Alma. She led us to a table in the customerless dining room. That’s to say we were the only patrons.

          Alma was so sweet and we had such a nice conversation with her.

          “Have you eaten at any of the other Mexican places around here?” Mike asked.

          “Not really,” she answered.

          “How about Moe’s?” It was just up the road.

          “Yes! I have been there!”

          “How’s their food?”

          “Not very good,” Alma answered. “It’s much better here. We’re from Mexico. We know how to cook authentic Mexican food.”

          “Where are you from?” Mike was curious.

          Alma said the name of the Mexican town she was born in but I’d never heard of it before. She’s here on a work visa and has been here for about fourteen years. She has two daughters, both born here. The oldest one is fourteen and I was shocked. Alma certainly didn’t look old enough to have a kid that age. She’d like to become a citizen but it takes a long time and costs quite a bit of money.

          A Google search tells me the primary cost is around seven hundred twenty-five dollars. There are also optional costs, such as legal assistance, citizenship classes, and travel expenses for attending USCIS appointments. Hard to come up with when you’re living hand to mouth.

          Alma brought us chips and salsa and we were hooked.

          “This salsa is so good,” Mike said scraping the bottom of the bowl.

          When Alma brought my fajitas and Mike’s sample platter, she brought more salsa.

          My fajitas had onions, peppers, squash, carrots, and mushrooms in it as well as the chicken I ordered. Some of those things I’ve never gotten in fajitas before, but it was delicious nonetheless! The food was much better than the last place — and so were the prices!

          “Are we going to try Moe’s next time?” I asked Mike.

          “No need. If we want Mexican, we’ll eat here.”

 

          I did paint some this week.

          In this one, I lost the sun. I went back and made it stronger and it’s too strong. I can go back and lift some of the paint out, but I’m not going to. This is PRACTICE! At least now I know to make my sun stronger to begin with or just plain leave it alone. Either way, I had fun painting it.

          Speaking of paints...

          I was trying to figure out how to make lids for the dishes I use to hold my watercolor paints. I keep a few take-out plastic containers around to give food away in. I got one from the cupboard and tried to work out in my head how I could make a custom lid for these oblong ceramic dishes I’d gotten for a dollar at a yard sale. I could turn the dish upside down, draw around it and cut it out. But how to attach sides to it? Hot glue? I couldn’t work it out in my head and shelved the whole project. I’d just keep shutting them in my keyboard shelf and pick out the detritus.

          I was able to find plastic lids for the two small round ones. They were a little too big but I could set them on top and it would keep the dust and pet hair from my paint.

          Then a picture flashes in my head. I still had my plastic palette from when I worked in oil paint. I even knew where it was! I went out into the old craft room, opened a cabinet door, and there it was! I opened it and inside was a pad full of disposable palette paper. I took the palette pad out and cleaned the box up. I wasn’t trying to get all the paint off and make it new looking again, I just wanted the dust and dirt gone. I set my watercolors inside and when they’re dry, I can put the lid on. If I put the lid on while they’re still wet, I risked them getting moldy.

          I had my hair permed this week. I just needed something that wasn’t flat, straight hair. I love the fullness it gives me. The curls are actually a little smaller than I thought I wanted, but I did tell Paula she had free reign. I didn’t, and don’t, care a lot. It’ll grow out.

          The first night I slept on it loose. Trying to comb it the next morning was a bit of a nightmare. From then on, I’ve been putting my hair up in two ponytails on top of my head.

          Mike laughed at me the first time he saw it.

          “What‽” I feigned indignation. “I sleep on my side and my back, and a ponytail in either of those places would bother me!”

          It might look funny but my hair isn’t all tangled in the morning. The ponytail holders slide right off, I can comb it, spray a little water on, and to bring back the curls, I use the scrunching cream my Miss Rosie gave me for my new hair. She loves me.

          This is our youngest son and his beautiful wife on Kevin’s forty-third birthday. It’s hard for me to believe my baby is that old!

Kevin gets to share his birthday with his brand spankin’ new baby cousin once removed. 

Keith is the youngest son of my cute little redhaired sister, Diane.

Keith and Kevin are first cousins. Artemi Eve McDonald is still a first cousin only now she's one generation removed. Kevin’s son, Andrew, and Keith’s daughter Artemi are second cousins.

          Birth and death.

          My bestest and dearest old friend in West Virginia got word in early February that one of her Indiana friends wasn’t doing well. Indiana is where Trish and I met and lived for a number of years.

          “She has cancer again and the doctors said there's nothing they can do because it has spread so quickly,” she told me.

          “Once you get cancer, you always have it. It never goes away. It’s laying dormant someplace in your body,” someone told me.

          True or not, I don’t know.

          Trish was finally able to make the drive to see Connie this past week. By the time she got there, Connie could barely talk and apologized.

“That’s okay,” Trish told her. “We know we love each other.” Trish sat and held her hand while she dozed in and out.

          Connie died Saturday, three days after Trish arrived.

 

          With that, let’s call this one done.

          Done!