It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Chris…Chris..Chris

 

It’s Beginning To LookA Lot Like Chris…Chris..Chris

So here’s the scoop..after a tiring week by all, as all weeks should be, in anticipation of a smashing weekend full of festivity and shopping I made my way back to Kitchener on Friday…early on Friday arriving at oneish.  Lunch with my best friends sis and sis in law, chatting the afternoon away then out to Kelsey’s for fish and chips dinner.  I categorically do not like fish and chips but theirs is wonderful.

Home post dinner for a short restful evening, a good nights sleep then a day of shopping, visiting, topped off by our annual brothers and sisters Christmas dinner. 

Suddenly at 9pm I felt the need to call dear old auntie Fran to set up lunch with her.  After many rings a clearly incoherent elderly woman answers.  I abandon my glass of Pinot Grigio, sis drops her glass of rum and coke and we race off to aunties.

I have keys to her apartment but alas they are in Hamilton.  Someone lets us in this secure building and we head off to the 10th floor sis bruising knuckles knocking, place a call to sis number three to come over with her keys and I race down to the super’s apartment to let us in.

On entry find auntie barely conscious, dial 911, try to keep her awake.  We figure it is probably hypoglycemia, but she has been ill so follow emergency’s instructions not to give her anything to drink.

Ambulance arrives and the next hour and a half spent trying to get her blood sugar up which finally happens almost to an astounding normal of 4.4 and parameds leave.  She seems better, others must go and I also tired I could lay on the floor to sleep.  We get in the elevator to leave but I have to return, she has been I’ll after all.

Long long long night and good thing I stayed.  She has trouble with her cough and breathing so I get her ventolin from kitchen.  Breathing easier but still restless.

Finally at 6:50am she falls asleep.  By 9 I let her know I have to go sleep.  Family will be here shortly to do Christmas baking.  Sis is at work til 3 but I am supposed to go visit sis in law at noon.

Have left a note for the bakers that I am sleeping but not to worry about noise. Will try to get a couple of hours..have set alarm.  Sis left her cell at home so cannot let her know updates.

Am soooooo tired but not sure I can sleep.   I expect that one drink at dinner party tonight will render me..well…will see.

That’s it for now. Hope y’all have a wonderful day.

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Torturing Tantalizing Thoughts & Sleep Deprivation

Torturous Tantalizing Thoughts & Sleep Deprivation

It’s quarter to three no one in the place cept you and me…as sung by Frank Sinatra.  Except its not quarter to three it’s quarter to four..in the morning..being sung my me..sort of.

Now I think I have my night routine down pretty good to ensure a lovely slumber.  But more and more as my addiction to all things words, and how those words became, has taken my fancy, I sleep less.

It’s not so bad when I do a post at least once in the day, but today, well Monday which really is yesterday, I did not.  Is this a haunting?  Sure feels like it.  We all know words have power but really this is too much.  Instead of becoming a master of words it seems I am now the slave to.

Sometime between ten and midnight I go through my routine -wash my face, brush my teeth…Mom and the dentist would be so proud, and settle in for a wee read then snuggle ready to drift off to the land of Nod.  Oh and Nod would be so nice.

But tonight the words start, unbidden.  You did not blog.
Well I will blog in the morning.
But you did not blog.
But I am tired.
I successfully tuck that thought away only to discover other thoughts sneaking in.

I wonder how the idea of a particular story line evolves.
I wonder how Koontz got the idea for…
I wonder how Meyer took a dream…
I wonder how Rowling conceived a whole world riding on a train.
I wonder how King writes strictly in the morning, reads in the afternoon..

Then I wonder how Cody at his new site Awayandaway.com  is doing.
I wonder how Pat Cegan at Source and Inspiration is doing in Brazil.
In fact I start to wonder how all my other bloggers are doing.

I don’t just wonder one line thoughts.  Each wonder is turned into convoluted mindless meanderings which take time.  Land of Nod time.

So I turn on the light, snatch up the iPad, and write something to appease, to exorcise this demon for a few hours at least.

So now I wonder if all my bloggers who have so many wonderful thoughts and sites sleep well.  Do you?

But mostly in this very moment as five o’clock approaches, I wonder if this contribution will be enough to satiate the master of my thoughts to allow a visit to that most desirable Land.