CUBS, in a scheduling marvel that I hope is unique to THIS year, play the final game of a four game set with the METS today. After winning yesterday's game, they're in a position to split the series. Pitching to the Fore!! Jake Arrieta pitched a marvelous game and deserved the win, but Relief gave up the tying run and Castro's homer in the top of the ninth gave the win to the pitcher who gave up the tying run. One of those "Not Fair" things about Baseball.
Saturday was spent in the company of friends from "Listen To Your Mother". A picnic. At a cast member's home. It was a fun day and a good time was had by all. I brought hot dogs and beer. And I came home sober.
Coming home sober was important, because the night before I had been to a celebration of an LYTM cast member's 39th birthday and I had just a bit too much rum. The hangover was unique - first one in many years and I had forgotten just how much I didn't enjoy them. Oy.
I cannot, for the life of me, understand what's going on in Ferguson. All the facts are not in - or at least, not on public display. Still, it seems like a massive over-reaction on both sides. That said, the Police have more and better guns. I wonder why the SIZE of the Police response. And the military tactics.
The Summer. the all-too-brief, never-warm-enough Summer is winding down. I wonder what Fall and winter will bring?
Every weekday morning my alarm goes off at 4:45. Unless, of course, I'm on vacation. Then it goes off at 6. I'm not the kind of person, it seems, who can luxuriate in a bed for any length of time beyond what's required for sleep.
Today could have been different. Today, I could have stayed.
Yesterday, the stars aligned and I was able to retrieve my mattress and box springs from the store, bring them home, and set them up on my second hand Ikea bed frame.
Last night, I slept in that bed. MY bed. My NEW bed. I was actually IN bed by 9:30pm - WAY early for me, but I couldn't wait.
It was very, very nice. Comfy. Warm. And mine.
I had been told, by others, that jersey sheets were soft and stuff - but they were "warm". Too warm for many, I guess. But not for me. They were perfect.
I have a fitted sheet, and a top sheet, and matching jersey pillow cases (dark blue) and two blankets - one is a thin quilted thing, and the top one is a nice, thick duvet.
I slept like a King.
You may now address me as "Your Highness".
The CUBS avoided a sweep by The Rays by winning their Sunday game in extra innings. Rizzo looks like he may be coming out of the rough patch he's been going through - his single won the game. Javier Baez, if nothing else, seems to have energized the team.
Not a lot of meandering to do, today. I wish I could settle into a routine - but with Grannie in hostpital, Annie gone (through Divorce), the Great Bed Fiasco*, and a whole bunch of other little things, it seems like establishing a "routine" is going to be very difficult for a while.
*You don't know about the Great Bed Fiasco, do you? Well, the long and short of it is simple - weekend before last I bought a mattress and box spring set at Bedding Experts, and last Saturday I took apart the Sleep Number Bed and made it available for Annie to take. Then I came home and put MY bed together, went to Ikea and got slats to go on the bedframe and then called the store to tell them I was coming to pick up my mattress set - only to be told it won't be in until Monday (today). So. I got out my queen size blow up mattress, put some batteries in the built-in pump, and pumped up the mattress, put on the jersey sheet I just bought at Meijer's, laid down on the bed to test it out and promply felt the mattress let me slowly down onto the slats. It won't hold air. Phooey.
I slept the last two nights on the couch in the living room - not the most comfortable sleeping there is, I can tell you.
This is the point where I was going to express my need for a woman, but to do so might make some feel as though there were baser instincts at work. And there ARE. But my real motivation is the ability of a companion to help me focus, stay on task, and order my existence. Left to my own devices, I am scattered and easily distracted. ADD - on steriods.
Fling themselves about like toys.
Six points up for grabs.
What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Tale".
The twins sat on the floor next to his big comfy chair, dressed in warm pajamas, big blue eyes looking up at him from freckled faces under curly mops of flaming red hair, pleading.
"Tell us, Grandpa. Please? Tell us about the war?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But why not, Grampy?" Jerry always called him "Grampy", except, of course, when he called him "Grumpy".
"Yeah, Grandpa. Why not?" Mikey gleefully echoed his brother.
"It's been a while since I've told that tale, and I forget."
"But we LOVE the story."
"You don't understand. I WANT to forget."
After 37 years of marriage, it takes some time to unwind oneself, emotionally, from a relationship of such long duration. If one has to - like in response to a Divorce.
There's a period of numbness - a period in which the changes one must go through are so profound and so total they cannot be contemplated whole. It becomes a time of one foot in front of the other - a time of constant mental adjustment - a time of constantly reminding oneself that the other side of the bed is and will be empty, that the wonders of companionship are over, that all the little duties of everyday living, once shared by two, must now be done by one.
Lately, I've been fixated on replacing my bed - a king size Sleep Number we shared that now will be hers alone. A week ago I found an Ikea bed frame I like - I bought it and stored it in my garage. Then, this last weekend, I bought a mattress and box spring set. It's become very important to me to get this bed in place. I want the Sleep Number bed gone and my used Ikea frame with the brand new mattress and foundation in its place. It's a queen size bed. More than I need, really, but I do have to have room for the occasional visitor, right? (Heh)
As I sit back and look at things - at me and at the way things are working out, I realize I need this in order to move forward. That's why this has become so important to me.
It wasn't always so. I resisted the notion of giving up the bed for the longest time. I suppose I kept hoping things would resolve themselves, and the Divorce wouldn't actually happen. On the 17th of July, it did. It numbingly did. It finally did. I have stamped and sealed papers which say it did.
I never had them before.
I have my bed purchased. In a week or so it will replace the bed that's currently in my room. And I will move on. I hate that it's over, but I'm curious as to what will come next.
I know one thing, though. I always hated that Sleep Number beds don't bounce. A nice pillow top queen size mattress on a regular plain old box spring DOES. And that will feel normal to me.