The title came to me around 3 a.m. last night when I was supposed to be sleeping. I wrote about three days of this self-imposed writing challenge, but like a lot of my writings which occur in my mind in the middle of the night, I have forgotten most of it. Here’s what I do remember:
When my eldest daughter and husband finally painted our bedroom over the summer after years of sleeping in a room where the walls were covered in a horrible grey looking paint, we also rearranged the furniture. Rearranging the furniture is not that easy, especially moving the waterbed, which entails attaching the hose and putting it out the window so gravity can do its thing with the water.
In our newly painted and rearranged room, I asked for a nightstand for my side of the bed. I hadn’t had one for god-knows how long, okay maybe actually never, at least not a true nightstand. I wanted it so I could put my glasses there, plus a notepad for when I do wake in the middle of the night, and I could write down all the paragraphs popping out of my mind. So far this has not worked out. I have a new bedside lamp to see, the pen/pencils are there, the notepad is ready (they are in the drawer), but I have one problem with this scenario – our waterbed.
Have you ever tried to write well sitting on a waterbed, it is not the easiest thing going, and if it is the middle of the night, when I am only half awake, the situation becomes almost impossible. So night after night, I awaken and lay there with sentences going through my mind in hopes that I will remember them in the morning. This rarely happens, and sadly I have written some damn good posts in the middle of the night, I just can’t remember them come morning. Thus I have to come up with a solution to deal with the waves in the waterbed for when I do try to write. Maybe the husband could put a desk just off to the side, that way I only have to slide my buttocks from the bed to a chair with the hope the words in my brain don’t get all jumbled and lost.
I should mention I have an issue with sleep walking, and the other night I unplugged my new bedside lamp, and moved it to the other dresser. Why? I have no idea. I’m just happy I haven’t rearranged any kitchen knives lately.
Around eight years ago, we gave our children a choice “Would you like an inground pool” or “Would you prefer your own bedroom?” They chose the second option, their own bedrooms, thus the addition to our house began. When we first moved into our house, twenty-one years ago, it was a tiny two bedroom house which worked for two years, then I became pregnant with our third child. So Matt and I moved our bedroom to the basement. The girls shared a room upstairs, and our newborn son was given his own room.
For thirteen years, hubby and I slept in the basement. Our basement was crudely made into five different rooms but generally unfinished. The room we chose for our bedroom was large but did not have a door, and we went without a door for years, until we put up a curtain. Oh yeah! Hubby liked our bedroom because it was cold in the basement, and when he had to sleep during the day (after working a night-shift), he found it quite easy. I didn’t mind the basement either, I could still hear the kids when they got out of bed, because the floors squeaked a lot.
By adding a second floor to our house, we gained four new bedrooms, one large bathroom and a wall was knocked down on the first floor making the entire back of the house my kitchen. I lost my first floor linen/pantry/closet because that is where the stairs went. While the addition was being constructed, we continued to live in the house so we were able to monitor all the work. The disadvantage was the noise, the dust, and most of all, was us continually adding new things, like lets replace all the hardwood on the main floor. (A few years later, hubby knocked down the wall separating the last remaining bedroom and the living room, thus doubling the size of the living room).
Well eight years later and our bedroom is finally being painted but only because our waterbed sprung a leak! With the bed emptied, moving it was easy, so the eldest volunteered to paint the room for us, but of course this meant hubby and I would not have anywhere to sleep. He is pretty much sleeping on the futon in the basement, with a quilt hung across the door for some privacy, me, well, I’ve been on the couch in the living room, the spare couch in the basement, and in our daughter’s bed on the weekend. So I’ve been sleeping around and getting pretty tired of it. Hopefully the room will be finished soon, and we can refill the waterbed now that it is patched.
Note: The waterbed leaked only because an old patch had come off. This patch was located on the side of the bed where of course, I tuck (please refer to last paragraph of 1600 kilometres and karma) in the sheet.
As I was drinking my morning coffee and looking out our kitchen window Friday morning, I mentioned to my husband that there were a couple of hooligans that had been standing on the other side of our street for too long. Now they weren’t really hooligans but it makes the morning more interesting if you throw in a descriptive word or two. Anyways, hubby eventually went outside and starting chatting up the hooligans and as it turned out the hooligans were actually good Samaritans. They had found a dog wandering the street and had been waiting approximately 45 minutes for Animal Control to show up. Now who is the ass? So the good Samaritans didn’t have to wait any longer, hubby said we would watch the dog since we have a fenced in backyard, but oh dear what he hadn’t realized was the dog had met up with a skunk! Oh what a stink! Now this dog was exceptionally well-behaved, very docile, whereas our little beagle was barking away. Thankfully Cocoa did not end up smelling like skunk, though our hands did when we were petting the dog. Eventually Animal Control showed up and took the dog away.
Earlier in the week we had been debating our plans to drive to Lennoxville, Quebec (to move the teenage boy home from University, and visit with middle child who would be staying longer) because of the severe flooding in the town. The flood had caused the University to close for two days, deferring exams until Saturday (we finally did decide we would drive up on Saturday because the teenage boy would be finished writing before we would even arrive). This turned out to be a good idea, because it gave the river time to recede. Basically if middle child’s apartment had not been built on a hill, it would have been flooded, as it was the water came up the road at least a good five feet or more, and into the parking lot. She was cut off from the University, since it was surrounded by water, leaving the teenage boy, who lives in residence cut off from going to his sister’s place or even into town.
Below are some of the images my children took of the flooding, (note: middle child had sent me an image the first morning of the flood, which I immediately tweeted to @JayScotland at @CBCWeather (our national television station the CBC). Well doesn’t he go and air it on tv, giving me credit, middle child just gasped! lol.)
Our drive to Lennoxville on Saturday was uneventful this time, and we were able to make the drive in about nine and a half hours. Now this is with stopping at every other rest station so I can stretch and Cocoa can have a pee (traveling with a dog is just so much fun). Here he is laying on his new dog bed between the seats and then with Bear (middle child’s dog):
Just before arriving at middle child’s apartment, we stopped at the local Provigo to pick up beer, after a nine and a half hour drive beer is a cool refreshing drink necessary, and then we were met with hugs from middle child, the teenage boy, and Bear, middle child’s dog. Before having his beer though, hubby and the teenage boy went over to his residence to load up the van for the drive home in the morning. (This is where I really contemplate whether or not hubby and I are sane? We have made this drive far too many times in two days, moving our kids back and forth). Hubby eventually returns to have a few beers and watch Wallace and Gromit with middle child.
The next morning, after phoning the teenage boy numerous times to wake him up, we are eventually off, with plans to return in two weeks time with a trailer in tow. Middle child will be giving her brother furniture for his new apartment, so it will be moved there, plus we will be bringing her bed, and various other things home, and her dog while she remains for another six weeks, moving into her friend’s apartment while attending spring school. At the end of spring school, I will not be surprised if she asks us to come and pick her up.
It was a couple of hours before I went to bed Sunday night, only to find, nothing had really changed with the teenage boy, he was still up to his old antics. Earlier he had made snarky comments about my latest twitter party win, so when I went to go to bed I found this in my bedroom:
After our exhausting weekend, hubby and I were not able to sleep in the next morning because we were taking the van in for repairs, but not before I had a few coffees and checked my lottery tickets from Saturday night’s draw. As hubby and I both checked our tickets, I said to him, oh I have 4 numbers, how much do you think I won? He replied, “oh I don’t know, maybe $80.00 or so” and as he said that, I added, “oh no, I have 5 numbers!”. I don’t quite remember how he responded but I do recall him saying he won $5.00. After checking the lottery site online, it turned out that I had won $976.50. Hubby explained that I won as a result of good karma ~ looking after the dog ~ was the reason I had won. Works for me. Then karma came back to bite me in the ass.
Hubby never tucks our quilt in at the bottom of the bed, whereas I do, so last night, after he had left for work, I went to tuck the quilt in only to find water! Our waterbed was leaking. Thank goodness two of my three kids were home. After draining the outside hose, it was hoisted up to the second floor through the window, and attached to the waterbed for draining. You would think that gravity would pull the water out, but no, the teenage boy tried to suck it out, but it is a very long hose. Eventually with some ingenuity they hooked the hose up to the shop-vac to get the water flowing. This was after we had tried to get a hold of hubby at work, because we couldn’t find the waterbed attachment for the hose to be hooked up, but then I remembered it may be in the shed with the pool supplies, and it was. Hubby phoned about ten minutes later (he loves these calls at work, where we ask him to fix something that clearly he can’t because he is at work) and we explained all was sort of well, the bed was draining out the window.
Note: Please ignore the white walls in our bedroom. Even though our second floor addition was added a eight years few years ago, painting it, is on the list of things to do.