Midnight Musings

I have some notebooks that I write down all of the quotes I find. Well, most of them. Some aren’t worth the effort of pulling the notebook out and writing it all down.

My collection grows a little bit every day since I subscribed to a site called “Inspirational Quotes” a week or so ago. A new set of quotes every day makes my day. I just wish I could say something that others would be impressed with enough to quote me. There is a quote I use frequently, said by my brother a few years ago when I asked him a question. “I don’t remember if I remember that or not”, one of the few things I DO remember that he has forgotten. My brother has a Ph.D in Homiletics, and taught at Brescia University for a few years before his health forced him to give up 2 of his 3 jobs, Chaplain at a convent, pastor of the neighboring parish, and professor at Brescia.

Funny thing about that brother. He had a “D” average in school before beginning High School. An IQ test there showed him to have the highest IQ in the history of the school. The former “D” student was just bored out of his skull for 8 years. He tried to teach me how to use the computer way back when I got my first one. Went through all the steps so fast I couldn’t keep up, then told me to “play with it” before leaving. Oh, I played with it alright! And ended up erasing the entire hard drive! Now that takes talent of a different kind! A kind I don’t recommend.

I began this post a few nights ago right at midnight, hence the title. It is now 5:43 a.m. at least a week later and I’m not sure what I was musing about that night, but it must not have been much since I saved the draft which included only the title and moved on to playing as many kinds of Solitaire as I could find, working a few jigsaw puzzles on the computer, colored a picture and did some word games while trying to get my brain to come up with something to write about. It hasn’t worked yet. I am definitely not a genius like my brother.

I do have 3 or maybe 4 quilts in progress at the moment while trying to embroider some flour sack tea towels for my granddaughter. Kinda too much to ever finish anything, but yet they all manage to get finished. I finally finished the quilt I started for my son’s birthday about 5 years ago, and just in time to give it to him this year — yesterday, in fact, letting him know it is for the past 5 birthdays. Fortunately he has a sense of humor.

Now I have to finish something special for my youngest kid who will have his 14th actual birthday next Thursday. He will be 56, or 14, whichever way you look at it. Since he mainly acts 14 I find it easy to treat him that way. But I still say he should have been a girl to really appreciate that special birthday. How I wish I only had a birthday every 4 years! I would be 20 again. Hmmm, 20 wasn’t all that great to be, so being a Leap baby might have a few drawbacks of its own.

The clincher is that my daughter, oldest child, has a birthday one week from the youngest. I call this birthday season, beginning with Feb. 22, ending with March 7, with all of us still wondering exactly how to say Happy birthday to Mike, Feb. 29! He wasn’t born yet on the 28th, and was a day old on March 1. I do keep threatening to call him at midnight to try to get in between the 2 days, but of all the times to fall asleep!

Okay, I’ve mused enough. I’m hungry and have some yogurt and a bag of popcorn waiting for me to dig in. It sounds disgusting as a snack — eating the 2 of them together, but some days it works. Other days it just makes me want to hurl! Oops, too much information there.

It’s another one of Those nights when sleep won’t come; or if it did it didn’t last more than an hour. So much to do and only 24 hours in a day to do it. I’ve heard that sleep is important but how do you sleep when you can’t?

t’You can lie in bed and toss and turn, but I can’You can lie in bed and toss and turn, but I can’t breathe in a bed so I sleep in a recliner with my head elevated. I also have quilts in progress, embroidery projects, myriad pillows, my cell phone, Kindle, TV remote and other items I find the hard way surrounding me. A real nest inhabited by a dodo bird.

What Is It About Saturday?

For some unknown, or maybe just stupid reason, Saturday has long been a very boring day for me. I know it’s the traditional deep cleaning day, but today I’m just feeling tired and lazy. Not to mention that I no longer have anything to deep clean with.

I suppose instead of sitting here looking at the unruly stack of fabric next to my sewing table I could get out of the chair and organize it, or, drum roll—-start sewing it into something useable. Having made 3 tote bags in the last day though I’m not too keen on making another and I have several quilts next to my nest that I should be finishing so I can move them out of here, but so tired.

I really want to sleep. I wish I could sleep. It shouldn’t be long before I crash again, but someone always comes in when that happens and tries to wake me. Doesn’t help at all to tell them berorehand that it happens at times and to just leave me to sleep until I wake up on my own. They seem to feel an obligation to wake me up.

There are times when it is fun having MS and the problems it brings. Most of the time now though it is painful and frustrating. The same holds true about getting older and older. I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how we are supposed to act. Just can’t see myself doing that though. Not even sure how to sit and stare at the TV all day. Maintenance came in a couple of days ago and “fixed” my TV so it works again. Whoda thunk just unplugging it for 30 seconds would reset it and make it work again? Just hope I can remember to do that the next time it happens.

Now a few totally unrelated photos, just because I managed to find them! And a poem I wrote a few months ago and probably already posted, but not sure. Anyway, maybe that will make up for the boring beginning

KODAK Digital Still Camera

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Out in the country and back near the fence
Stood an old house built in the days of yore.
Small in stature and built out of wood
With a half moon carved out of each door.

We never were a family of means
But Dad worked magic with his two hands and more.
He built us two swings and that old wooden house
And carved a half moon out of each door.

There were no lights inside that small house,
No heat in winter, no rug on the floor,
But there were two seats that he sanded smooth
And the half moon he carved out of each door.

Between the two seats a partition stood
From the top of the roof to uncarpeted floor.
One side marked "Ladies", the other side "Gents"
Beneath the the half moon carved out of each door.

There's many a thing I remember well
And miss very much from those days of yore.
Bu one thing I don't miss from those golden days
Is that house with the half moon carved out of each door.