I haven’t posted for so many days (OK, three or four). That is so unlike me and here all of you are hoping and wishing and waiting for a new post – just as miserable as can be. And yet, I have nothing particular to post. The trouble is these blog entries always seem to be about a particular thing, and what of when you have no “particular” thing to write of? That is certainly seldom a problem for me as there are often ever so many particular things floating about in my head just waiting to hop out onto the page. Alas, lately there has been very little going on up there (in my head) that is more than small and random – hardly worthy of a post (I do like those two words: particular and post).
Even now, I have no real intention of posting, but here is what happens: I come up to get ready for bed – you know, wash face, remove contacts, etc. Mike thinks this process is rather slooow, so he remains downstairs flipping through the TV channels. The plan is that he will arrive up here just as I am done with all my little rituals. And what of when he doesn’t arrive? Well, I begin fiddling around with blogs, or reading, or anything other than what I need to be doing which is going to bed. I’m so tired. Why won’t I go to bed? The trouble is, Mike has probably fallen asleep on the couch, but I don’t like to go to sleep with out him, so I wait up. Couldn’t I just go get him you ask? Well, certainly, but I keep thinking to myself something like, “he’ll be up in a minute, I may as well read this email while I wait.” And of course it’s always entertaining, so I don’t go get him, I wait. Eventually he does come, but I’ve been awake the whole time, while he’s had a nice little snooze, so even though we both go to bed at the same late hour, I don’t think I’m getting the same amount of shut eye.
Oh well, sometimes he doesn’t get an unfair extra nap. Sometimes he is watching the end of a Star Trek episode or a PBS documentary. Tonight I believe it is a Lewis and Clark one. It actually was very good, but I knew it wouldn’t get over until 11:00 and I didn’t want to get sucked in. Of course, now I am up here wide awake at 11:00 anyway! Why oh why?
Well, how’s that for a post? I feel like saying, “HA! I fooled you!” So, at least I will add something overheard today that I liked (it began with Daisy’s first loose tooth).
Daisy: Mom, I think I can feel the root of my tooth.
Goldie: Root? What’s a root?
Daisy: Did you know how trees have roots?
Goldie: Yah, I did know that.
Daisy: Well, your tooth has a root . . . like it has been planted.
Mike has finished the documentary and related it's ending to me. Now I want to post all about that. I won’t, but poor Lewis. He had horrible bouts of depression, etc. The rigors of the trip kept it somewhat at bay, but in the end he committed suicide. And Sacagawea was only like 16 and so cool and intelligent and just impressive to the whole group. She’d been sold to her bum mountain man husband who had another wife and didn’t seem to have done anything worthy of such a personality as she. She carted her newborn son along for like 1 ½ years helping the crew. Apparently when she died (shortly after the birth of her daughter), her children were sent to be raised by Clark.