It was frustrating and stressful. It was the first day of high school, and I couldn’t find the right lineup to get into or any one to help me figure out how/where to obtain my class schedule. It was 1975. There was no technology for this type of administrative task back then. There wouldn’t be for years. Then I woke up, agitated and exhausted. It had been a night of restless sleep and burning hot feet. Of a still aching jaw, the result of a Halloween mishap with a peanut M & M, that kept me from opening my mouth wide enough to eat steak for weeks. Almost two months later, and it is still acting up. I still have to cut burritos when we order them in. It was 5:30 in the morning, New Year’s Eve and JT’s birthday; but there was no damn way I was getting up yet. so I rolled over and went back to sleep wondering why on earth I had a dream/nightmare about high school.
Then there was the bat that somehow managed to get into our bedroom where all of us were having a conversation. The Doc, still in bed; me, standing at the foot; and JT, somewhere out of my range of vision. The bat headed straight for The Doc and dove under the covers next to his head. It made me think about when I was little, and my family went to a cabin on vacation where a bat landed on the foot of my bed. I was a stoic kid and didn’t even scream. Then I was trying to figure out how we were going to get that bat out of the bed and why The Doc was still laying there, although it had taken only a half second for the whole event to take place. Then I woke up again. A lot less agitated and with a calmer jaw. Who knew that bats were less stressful than high school?
Previously to all this, I had been thinking about JT’s birthday, which is always our holiday wrap up, and how easy this year’s season had been. Easy because I did very little of the cooking. Other than making dressing, mulled wine and a cheesecake in advance to take to my stepson’s place Christmas Day, where we numbered seven, I got to sit and enjoy watching someone else prepare the rest of Christmas dinner. And it was delicious. The next day we had charcuterie before heading home. Again no cooking on my part. Someone else cooking is one of the best gifts anyone can give me.
By the time The Doc’s birthday rolled around on the 28th, the restaurant had cancelled our reservation; but JT offered to cook Japanese rice bowls and make fancy cocktails. All very yummy. All I made was a blueberry grunt for dessert, which takes about 15 minutes.
Now all that is left is our New Year’s Eve birthday for JT, which always involves good food. Today, The Doc is cooking Shrimp Pad Thai, because JT loves the Doc’s Pad Thai; and I get off with contributing a lemon meringue pie, because JT, ever since he was very little, prefers pie. Said pie is now complete and sitting on the kitchen counter, zesty with lemon rind and a little bit of the knuckle of my right thumb.
I had been also trying to come up with a topic for a new blog. I was beginning to think that I, and they, were becoming boring. I had covered the Christmas/Birthday season wrap in our house in previous years. Would you really want to hear about them again? I was guessing not, but my thoughts on new subject matter were lacking. I was feeling pretty content but very far from creative. The most stressful, and possibly creative, thing I did over the holidays was figuring out how to refold the instructions for my new headphones a couple of days ago. And really that wasn’t stressful. So this is where I was when I went to sleep last night. Calm, stress free and boring. Who knows how my brain got from this to high school and bats, but it makes interesting blog fodder for sure.
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