Wednesday, December 31, 2008

As promised . . .

I've been trying to come up with a blog topic for this, my very special, final, and promise fulfilling post of the year.  I know I had good ideas run through my head in the last few days but I wasn't able to post at the time or remember the ideas when I did have the time.  Now I am in the final hours, threatened with the failure of living up to the high expectations I know you all have of me, but I think I might just have a glimmer of hope as I have procrastinated with this opening long enough to actually come upon an idea.  So, with no further ado, I will regal you with a little tale called:

What Do You Do All Day?
How An Unemployed Second-rate Housewife Kills Time

Sleep
It must be said that I love sleeping.  I am well aware that I am not alone in this devotion and in fact might, in the orchestra of biggest fans, play second fiddle to a great number of sleep deprived parents of infants.  However, if allowed to compete only with other folks who can also sleep nearly as much as they might want, I feel I would surely distinguish myself enough to earn an imaginary trophy to place on my imaginary mantel.

As justification for my confidence in my award worthiness, I offer up the following:  Most people have fond memories of family moments on which they like to reflect or moments in their lives of which they are proud for having shone in some unrivaled way - a truly heartwarming patchwork which they like to revisit from time to time.  Certainly I have this too, but amongst my memories there are some that stand above the rest and one that stands highest of all; the only time I have ever been put under anesthetic.

Oh, what a blissfully wonderful sleep!  So cosy, so dreamless, a bit of time in my seemingly unending mental dialogue which is lost to me forever and the loss of which I do not regret.  The consciousness prior and post are there without so much as a gentle haze within.  If the drug they gave me came in a bottle I have no doubt people worldwide would be addicted.  Fortunately, it apparently comes only at the hands of a very masterful anesthesiologist - if he hadn't cost me so much money I'd call him my hero!


Be sure to stay tuned in the new year for Part Two:  Regret at Awakening

2 comments:

Malisa said...

Aaawwww! I do love some sleep and I have taken full advantage of two extra personages in my house to entertain my children at the ungodly hours they tend to wake.

On a side note where did you get your comforter?..... and why didn't I notice it when I saw your room and ask then? (That last question being obviously rhetorical)

Alysn: said...

Ooo, I'm glad you are getting a little extra sleep - in time. I know your boys don't EVER give you a break!

My comforter came from IKEA. It is down, as are all my comforters, and I find that IKEA has the best prices on down comforters. In fact, the 4(5) I own have all come from there.

This one which my bed is currently sporting is a special one as it is really two comforters designed to give you three temperature options. It has a lightweight piece, a mid/heavyweight piece, and snaps at multiple locations along the edge that allow you to use both at the same time without lots of slippage and late night frozen body awakenings.

This 2 piece combo is the best, by far. I purchased it here, but because it is a comforter the exact size doesn't mater. Of course, if I ever wish to get a duvet for it in the future I will have to either order from Europe or make/alter one myself.

Fortunately, I'm not big on duvets as I am too lazy to get the darn things on properly. Instead I just wash my comforters in the washer. I've read lots of pros and cons on that, but it's only been pros for me - except for when I have to rebalance the washer load. :(