Friday, January 7, 2011

Two Eighteen

It's 2:18 am and I CAN'T SLEEP! I'm watching 'The Lady Killers', starring Alec Guinness (1955). I've seen this one and the more recent production with Tom Hanks a number of times but anytime one of the versions are on I'll watch. If you haven't seen them, put them on your must watch list.
I hate it when I wake up this early in the morning, which seems to happen because I go to bed early. I was trying to read last night but because I was tired, I fell asleep, and when I fall asleep sitting up, I humm, and when I humm, I sound like a Yak in labor. Well, I startled myself awake and tried to read some more but the cycle repeated itself and so, reluctantly, I decided to hit the hay, and as usual, I sleep a few hours and wake up.
I'm sure it couldn't have been the coke I drank earlier, to stay awake, or the trail mix, salted peanuts in the shell, or the apple, or the two servings of Chicken Gumbo I ATE, nooooooo I'm sure none of this comes into play.

Try as I may, I could not becken the Sand Man back. The only thing that came was a flood of thought. I started thinking about the heifer, goat, ram, turtledove, and pigeon God told Abram to bring to Him, and why did he cut them into. Why didn't He cut the birds into. Why did He put Abram to sleep. Why, why, why?

My thoughts ran to the Christmas lights that come on promptly at5:09 pm and bath the house in house in a warm glow of white and red, at least, half the house. I noticed that the lights on the east side have thrown in the towel, consequently that side of the house is cloaked in darkness. This is the main reason I don't like turning the lights off. Once they are turned off the house looks like a huge lump of coal.
We are the hold outs on our block every one else has turn off and put put up although as I was leaving home tonight I noticed the house on the corner across the street was aglow in light....a fellow kinsman, a brother in arms or maybe a brother-in-lights.

I can't seem to get yesterday's Focus on the Family program out of my head. I can still hear Florence's remarks regarding her father and mother-in-law. Each had dreams and desires that were killed by the words of someone close.

Well, The Lady Killers has gone off and Your past is Showing is now playing and I've started to yawn again so...I think I'll sit on the sofa and let the TV watch me for a while.
YAWN

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