Well, it's
happened again. It's 4:30, this time,
and here I am at the computer. I could
have been here at 3:00, but that was just when Tobi got me up for one of his
nightly walk-arounds (that's right--I'm talking AM, friend.) My usual response in these cases is to get
up, let him out the front door, and set up a folding chair in front of the door
to await, in semi-consciousness, his return in a few minutes. I then let him in, secure the door, and
stumble back to bed. If all goes well,
I'm back in la-la land in short order.
If it doesn't, I often lapse into an inescapable period of semi-wakeful
musings that end up with me sitting up, like tonight (now,) awaiting the
kick-in of a few valerian root capsules.
This usually takes about 30 minutes.
What happened? Late yesterday wife Jennie asked me if I had
seen son Ed's latest UTube event . I hadn't, and since my trusty laptop
is so loaded down with startup stuff that it works verrry slooowly except when
I use it in "Safe Mode," and since "Safe Mode" does not provide
audio, I sat down to watch Ed's "Happy Birthday Amy" with wife Jennie
on her computer. We then moved on to
"Making cups" from
niece-in-law Nell (For a really unique coffee cup for your work desk, check
this one out.) Another good watch. with all this UTube (make that YouTube)
activity, it was only natural that at 3:?? in the morning, my thoughts again
turned to UTube. It seems a couple of
things I would like to preserve there have been put off and put off until they
became fodder for a morningbrain episode.
Usually when the muse attacks at
this time of day, I make a notation of the offending thought and do a
roll-over. This didn't work today, and
after an hour and a half of semiconscious ramblings, seeing both paperpersons
(one of the AikenStandard and one of the
Augusta Chronicle persuasion) drive by
leaving their headlight tracks on my window shades, I ended up here waiting on
my chemical solution to the problem to kick in.
I look at my note paper and find "UTube,"
"Shark Teethers," "Dumdrop song," "Police prep to
shoot" and "Scars." All of
these remind me of my sleep-depriving ramblings except "Scars." I remember writing it down, but, other than
its being the title of a CD from wife's bronco-busting cousin, Jon Luse
(try it, you'll like it), it now
brings nothing to mind.
Well--here comes Tobi again. Guess I'll go out with him and pick up the
paper. When I come back in, I'll try the
bed again. Three more hours would help. More on this later, maybe. If you share my early-morning ailment, good
luck. If you find a good cure, I'd like
to hear from you. Morningbrain does give
me an opportunity to express myself in ways I probably would not do in the dead
of day, but I guess there always can be too much of a good thing. I know during these times I often feel I'm
getting too much of a good thing--especially when I have something important to
do the next day.
And, by the way, it is the
"next day" now, 5 hours later than when the above was written, and I
remember my "Scars" refers to the condition of our Hitchcock Woods
following last month's ice storm and the subsequent work done by the Hitchcock
Woods staff to restore the trails. I
guess I'll have to schedule some time out there to see how things are. I always enjoy taking the time to Take a walk in the woods . There will be time for UTube later.
