My grand dog and I must come to an understanding. Getting me up
to take a tour of the grounds at 4:45 a.m. is just not working for me. At the
hotel, I normally get up at 5 a.m. to use the bathroom, so that’s not the problem. The difference is mine is indoors. Getting my face slapped with wind chill does not encourage me to easily fall back to sleep.
I was just drifting off at 6:50 when she came in to announce it was time to take her out again and to give her, her medicine. I supported myself on one elbow and said, “Are you kidding me?” I’m astounded she knows what time it is. According to my daughter, you can set your watch by her. I’m going to call her Timex.
Somehow I got up, took off my p.j.s again, dressed and took her out. At least she was productive. I tried to lay down when I got back but it was futile. I was SO groggy. Ever have
a sleep headache behind your ears? I went downstairs for a large cup of strong French Roast brew to try to wake up. I needed a lot of help. I’m still not sure if I ever did wake up today.
They have neat elevators in this building. As the doors open, a woman’s
voice announces “going down” or “going up.” I said, “Winnie how do they know
we’re going up or down?” She looked at me, shook her head and said, “Grandma,
you need to get out more.”
While on my 4:45 a.m. trip to the garden to take Winnie out, I noticed a stainless steel, modern style pool table through the windows. And, it’s in our building. It’s a regulation table too. I checked it out this morning when I went for coffee. Even the felt looks new. I wish Confidante were here. He wouldn’t be working and we wouldn’t be interrupted constantly during the game. We played one game at our hotel the night before I left to come here. He made sure he beat the socks off me as my goodbye present. Hunph.
I figured I’d better do something fun while I’m here, or risk getting yelled at when I return to the hotel. If given the chance I will just write. So, I’m going to attend an alternative production of King Lear. I’m saving the explanation of alternative until tomorrow’s blog.
Poor Winnie has thrown herself against the door to wait for her parents to come home. I tried to tell her they’re not coming home until tomorrow. For someone who knows what time it is, she hasn’t quite grasped the concept of 24 hours.
to take a tour of the grounds at 4:45 a.m. is just not working for me. At the
hotel, I normally get up at 5 a.m. to use the bathroom, so that’s not the problem. The difference is mine is indoors. Getting my face slapped with wind chill does not encourage me to easily fall back to sleep.
I was just drifting off at 6:50 when she came in to announce it was time to take her out again and to give her, her medicine. I supported myself on one elbow and said, “Are you kidding me?” I’m astounded she knows what time it is. According to my daughter, you can set your watch by her. I’m going to call her Timex.
Somehow I got up, took off my p.j.s again, dressed and took her out. At least she was productive. I tried to lay down when I got back but it was futile. I was SO groggy. Ever have
a sleep headache behind your ears? I went downstairs for a large cup of strong French Roast brew to try to wake up. I needed a lot of help. I’m still not sure if I ever did wake up today.
They have neat elevators in this building. As the doors open, a woman’s
voice announces “going down” or “going up.” I said, “Winnie how do they know
we’re going up or down?” She looked at me, shook her head and said, “Grandma,
you need to get out more.”
While on my 4:45 a.m. trip to the garden to take Winnie out, I noticed a stainless steel, modern style pool table through the windows. And, it’s in our building. It’s a regulation table too. I checked it out this morning when I went for coffee. Even the felt looks new. I wish Confidante were here. He wouldn’t be working and we wouldn’t be interrupted constantly during the game. We played one game at our hotel the night before I left to come here. He made sure he beat the socks off me as my goodbye present. Hunph.
I figured I’d better do something fun while I’m here, or risk getting yelled at when I return to the hotel. If given the chance I will just write. So, I’m going to attend an alternative production of King Lear. I’m saving the explanation of alternative until tomorrow’s blog.
Poor Winnie has thrown herself against the door to wait for her parents to come home. I tried to tell her they’re not coming home until tomorrow. For someone who knows what time it is, she hasn’t quite grasped the concept of 24 hours.