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!
I hope you were able to get back to a nice, somber sleep! I couldn’t agree with you more on the political mess that is upon us. I think it makes us (Americans) look like fools in front of the rest of the world.
I am going to steal your quote about 5 year olds and refer people to your blog. Boy oh Boy did you hit that nail right on the head!
Thank you for your love of family, and Country (among others). I truly love to read your blog every day!
I’m so glad you found me! It still amazes me that people bother reading what I have to say.
You may very well have been talking to me because I was awake at 4:10 this morning and didn’t get back to sleep at all. I’ve never seen Alias. I was hoping Netflix would have it streaming, but no such luck. If we can get through The Lorax, Monsters, Inc., and all those other Dudette-centric movies, I’ll add it to the queue. Thanks for the heads-up.
And, just so you know, yes, I do look at houses and wonder. Unfortunately, I sometimes take it a step further and peer in the windows as we drive past, telling Hubby of my imagining of the peoples’ lives from what I can see. Also, yes, I sleep with a cat, but she’s sleek and slinky, not at all fluffy. Her purr machine works well, however, so she still ranks up there with what you said.
I hope tonight’s sleep is better for you.
I’ve been known to peek in the windows myself. But that’s our secret, okay? We found Alias at the local library where we could check out each series for almost a month at a time. It is a fun show that makes you think anybody you know could be a secret spy.
Could it be that YOU are a secret spy, and this blog of yours is an elaborate ruse to lull us all to believe that your daily life is filled with a relative-degree of normalcy? And did you know that I was up late — but not as late as you — last night, too? And why are questions contagious?
You’ve figured out my spy secret. (Is it really sad that now I’m singing the Backyardigan’s “Super Spy” song now? Too much kid t.v. and too little sleep.)