Lichen In a Dream, w/c painting KSR
How do you fall asleep? Turn over on the left side. No, it’s too warm that way, maybe the right side is better. Draw left leg up, no, right leg, no, I’ll just leave them straight down. Wish my feet would stop twitching. My legs won’t stay still. What do they call that? Restless leg syndrome. I’ve got it. Oh damn, leg cramp again. Jump on it. There that’s better. Maybe I’ll just prop the pillow up and try to sleep on my back. Dr. Advice is sleeping softly and Charlie in his little bed is sleeping. It’s not fair. Why can’t I sleep? I’m so tired. Had a busy day too. That should have worn me out. I could take a sleeping pill if I had one, but took one once & it messed my brain up the next day, so that’s no good. I could turn the light on and read I suppose, but it would wake everybody up. Why does this happen to me all the time?
It was a nice time today having lunch with the girls in Alameda. I always liked the restaurant too. Went even though I was dentally challenged but the cute young waiter brought me a huge bowl of spumoni ice cream and a glass of milk. Everyone else had sandwiches. Mine was better. Cheaper too.
Lots of news I can think about. Dolores has sold her house. She was married a week before me and has lived in that house for 56 years. Asked Helen how long she had lived in hers. “I was born in it, so 85 years.” She’s going to have another shoulder surgery. Dolores sold hers in less than a week to a young single woman who loved all the religious stuff she has sitting around and the kitschy stuff her grandkids always liked. Joan lives in her grandmother’s house. They all looked pretty good considering. Joan had a TIA recently and fell. She was a ballet dancer and has bad knees, but has a wicked sense of humor. Marge gets more bent over each time I see her. Just think, I’ve known them all since they were 15. Everybody has something. Guess that’s life in the fast lane. Now what’ll I think about? I don’t want to think about troubling things or I’ll never get to sleep.
Get up and check the e-mail. No unread e-mail in my inbox. Maybe play a few games of solitaire. I never win. Now I’m tired but not sleepy. What in the world is the sleep secret, and why can’t I find it?
Come on old girl, you can totally do this. Get back in bed and check out the sheep population.
What? It’s seven o’clock already? I must have fallen asleep. Good. Got to get lunch ready for three more girls today, so get up out of this nice comfy bed I love so much and get cracking. Can’t wait till tonight so I can snuggle back into these covers.
“In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.” John Leonard, Critic