Midnight Plus

I don't know what it is that makes me come to life at about midnight. It is not like I am a teenager. I haven't been one of those in years, but my sleep patterns awe some kids. And like some teens, it's the mornings that give me the most trouble. I just don't function in the mornings. I know what you are thinking: "Go to bed at a decent hour and maybe you could get up in the mornings". Well, I have tried that and found that mornings are not all they are cracked up to be. It's not like I like breakfast. I don't. I don't drink milk, I don't drink coffee, and I have no intention of catching the proverbial early worm. Starting with lunch suits me just fine.

Last night (or this morning) I went to bed at about 4:30. I got up around 10:30 to let my dogs out grabbed my "Nook" and continued reading the mystery novel that I didn't think I liked but now can hardly put down. At about 2:00 I fixed some lunch consisting of a couple of small wedges of brie, some pears with cottage cheese, a few crackers and a large glass of water with lemon. I decided to eat outside which required more than just hauling the food outside and putting it on the table. I thought if I was going to do this, I would do it "right".  So, I packed. I mean I really packed a little bag that had my cell phone, my cordless land line phone, my remote control for the portable Bose speakers that my Ipod mates with, some silverware, a napkin, and my Nook. Then I thought, heck, since I'm going to eat by the pool, I may as well put on my swimsuit and if I am going to put on my swimsuit, I need to get the beach towels out of the dryer. And, if I am going to put on my swimsuit and head to the utility room, I may as well grab a load of clothes to put in the washing machine. And while I'm in the utility room, I need to clean out the lint thingy from the dryer so the next load won't set the house on fire or something. So, I take the handful of lint to the kitchen and notice the garbage really needs taking out but there are things in the refrigerator that need to be cleaned out before I do that, so I gathered all the things that I feel compelled to store in little plastic bags for a week or so before I toss them, and listened to my mother and grandmother admonish me in my head about being so wasteful. [The scary thing is I take medication for this jumping around business. The scarier thing is that my partner tells me that it is working].

While I have my head in the refrigerator, I thought I probably should go on and take something out of the freezer for supper and throw it in the microwave to thaw. The glass tray in the microwave looks like something threw up on it so I took the time to clean it and the microwave before tossing the food for supper in to defrost. While I was cleaning the microwave I heard the fax machine go off and walked back to the office to see what was coming in and it was some spam advertisement. Why in the world would anyone do business with someone who is a spammer and uses your office paper to advertise their product? So, I called the number on the spamvertise to share my thoughts about their business practices and was assured by the twelve year old (not really but she sounded very young) that my number would be removed from their list. Comforting, but what I wanted to know was how did they get my fax number in the first place. It was not surprising that she didn't know.
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I am wondering what is beeping when I was talking to the 12 year old when I realized it was the clothes in the washer that were screaming to be let out. Little did they know what was coming next. To operate my washer and my dryer, you have to be a bit of a computer whiz, which as stated in earlier blogs, I am not. So, everything I own is washed in the "speed wash" setting and everything is dried in the "speed dry" setting. I don't even know what the other settings do nor do I care. [I'm sure I took my meds when I got up].

Anyway, back to lunch. It's now about 4:00 and the brie is sort of melted, the cottage cheese is probably still alright, the ice in the water is gone, and the crackers are a little soggy but what the heck. I sit down to enjoy my picnic by the pool when the Polaris climbed the stairs, whipped its tail in the air and sprayed me and my lunch with rabid enthusiasm. Thank goodness, the darn thing missed the Bose speakers otherwise I would have had to kill it. Instead, I got in the shallow end of the pool, trying to keep my hair dry for reasons I cannot explain, and spent the next hour trying to adjust the weights on the Polaris so that it would stay under water and quit with the rude jokes. id I couldn't have gotten wetter if I had done a swan dive into the pool. That thing did everything including laugh out loud to show me that it could never be tamed. I wondered if there is a Polaris Whisperer who could be hired to rehabilitate me or it.
Seems like time flies when your having a leisurely picnic in the backyard. I don't know if I'm up to another one. First thing you know it's time for supper, then taking care of the dogs and getting ready for bed and it's only 2:00 AM. I think I'll turn in early tonight so that I might read awhile. Maybe tomorrow Ill head out to the WRH2SU store again....or not.