Gentle reader, it’s four in the morning and I am unable to sleep. Not even the soporific snores of my “fluffy” (read extremely obese) cat are able to soothe me back to dreamland. (Let me interject here that if more people slept with fluffy felines the world would be a more restful and peaceful place.)
Because you are always here and it’s been so long since our last rambling chat, I decided to hop on the computer for a little heart-to-heart. Aren’t you the lucky one?
By the way, in my mind’s eye, you are wearing the cutest polka-dot pajamas. Despite being woken up by me at 4 in the morning your hair is looking great, no bed-head for you. Oh, and you totally rock the bunny slippers.
So let’s chat.
Gentle reader, do you ever drive through neighborhoods at night and wonder what goes on inside all those different houses? (I ask this because I do and I’d like to think I’m completely normal.)
I drive by different places and think “Who lives in that cute little brick house on the corner with all the roses?” I imagine what the owners do for a living, what they do for fun, and who they love.
(In full disclosure, I must admit because of my obsession with Jennifer Garner’s t.v. show Alias, I frequently imagine these people as secret spies for the government, protecting the Hoosier way of life for the rest of us ordinary citizens. After all, Indianapolis IS the crossroads of America. It says so right on our license plates. So it makes complete sense that we should have some top level espionage going on here.)
The funny thing, is that as I drive past these houses with their imaginary Jennifer Garners and Bradley Coopers, I feel really sorry for them. Because I cannot comprehend how anybody else, glamorous high-tech spy or not, could possibly be as blessed and content as I am in my little house, with my children and fat cats and gardens and my plumber of a husband.
Which all sounds slightly egocentric, which is not how I want to come across in the wee hours of the morning. Or any time of the day actually. I guess I’m just trying to say that I am really happy with my life right now and I wouldn’t trade it for anybody else’s.
(At this point in my ramblings it has occurred to me that if you were never addicted to the t.v. show Alias like I
am was, you might not have any idea what I’m talking about. If that is the case, gentle reader, you should immediately go out and rent the first season of that fine, fine drama and watch it. Hurry. And just so you know, the third season is going to blow your mind. Seriously.)
Speaking of t.v., have you noticed that the new season tends to start later and later every year? And ends earlier and earlier? And yet Hollywood seems to get paid more and more?
Have you also noticed that I am repeating words over and over? It must be the lack of sleep.
Also, I would just like to take a moment of announce that I am so over politics this year. There is just too much hate and name calling on both sides of the spectrum right now. Can’t we just admit that each side has some good and bad points and respect each other? Can’t we stop stressing about one candidate’s religion or the other candidate’s birth certificate? What is up with our constant need to demonize people who believe or think differently?
I mean, seriously, can’t we just be nice? We expect five year olds with their complete lack of self control and personal hygiene, to get along. So shouldn’t we do the same?
(Good gracious, I have typed so many question marks in the last few minutes that I think I’ve set a new world record. I need a question mark intervention.)
Well, gentle reader, I’ve gotten a lot of things off my chest. <deep breath> You hear that? (dang-it, another question mark!) That’s the sound of a mind at rest. Thanks for listening friend, I’m going back to bed now. You should too.
Unless you’ve got something you need to get off your chest. On your mark, get set, and vent!