Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Lack of....well, just lack of.



The past two nites, when the alarm has gone off at 1 am for Dear Hubby to get up, I haven't been able to fall back to sleep even tho I still have over two hours from that point until I have to get up. My brain has been going in to overdrive. Some of the thoughts that have flooded in have been about the goofiest things. Things I don't even normally dwell on. And a lot of those songs with ear worm lyrics that play over. And over. And over. Again. Blech. All day yesterday and last nite it was a song from "Jungle Book"...the one that goes, "Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh...I wanna be like you-ooooh-ooooh" or something to that effect. It drove me crazy but every time I started in on it again -- I found myself singing it during most of my waking hours -- Cooper would grin and begin bouncing his head in rhythm with it. The child is easily amused. We also spent a lot of time marching and dancing around the dining room to "Looking for a City" by the Chuckwagon Gang but that's a whole 'nother story.


Yesterday it was like Autumn kind of crept in on cat's feet. Which reminds me of how much I love this Carl Sandburg poem:


The Fog



THE fog comes
on little cat feet.


It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.



And Autumn here in the Northwest...except for a few exceptionally beautiful Indian Summer days...means the return of low gray clouds that blanket us for months. And months. And months. On end. Oh, and don't forget the rain. I took the boys for a rather quick walk yesterday because I desperately needed apple juice and coffee filters and thought for sure it was going to begin raining before we got home. Only a few random raindrops that plop-plopped down on my forehead and that was it. But I felt kind of restless and...melancholy...all day. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I saw a man entering in to a store and he could've been my father's twin. My dad's been dead for 3 1/2 years now but whenever I spot someone who looks similar to him or my mom...she's been gone 20 years...it still causes my heart to skip and is like someone thrusts a knife into my heart and gives it a good, hard twist.


I feel like it's been ages since I've written anything of substance...anything of mine on here. Well, outside of the poems I wrote about my grandsons that I gave to my son for his birthday. My brain is loaded with thoughts. My days are gone before I know it. Oh well. I know someday I'll be sitting around twiddling my thumbs as I rock away my days. But, in all honesty, I hope that's never true. As long as I have my health I hope to be busy. Time is so precious I don't want to squander it away.


And, with this rambling free fall thru my head this morning winding its way down, I'll post this and go take a shower. It's only 4:20 but my day starts soon.

3 comments:

Hootin' Anni said...

Hello again, I'm working on the bloggers over 50 blogroll and wanted to let you know that I've just added your link!

Thanks for rejoining!!! Have a great day.

Wander to the Wayside said...

I do the song thing all the time, like Zip A Dee Doo Dah, which I sang in my head and out loud for months, and even laughed out loud about it when I found myself doing it. And Ernie's Rubber Ducky! And If You're Happy and You Know It. And The Wheels of the Bus, and Ten Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, and ....

You add something of substance every time you post, and it doesn't always have to be about the blood and guts of you to have value.

Betty said...

When I read "My brain is loaded with thoughts" I knew I what is causing your sleepless nights.... :) I have those days/nights too. It doesn´t help that you have to get up so early!
I like the poem, and I remember that weather. We lived in BC for 8 years and that sounds exactly like the weather there.
Hope you get some rest!