Someone put a vase of sunflowers on my windowsill sometime early this morning. It must have been very early because I awoke shortly after sunrise.
The sounds llamas make when they are happy and chasing each other around their field is like laughing, if animals could every laugh, this is what it would sound like.
I have slept more hours than I can count, itself a small miracle. But I have been able to rise without much pain. My docs favorite test of joint inflammation, closing and opening my hands, (if you make a fist, you win), I can do soon after rising. In MI, I usually can't do this until about the third hour after sleeping this long.
When I sleep like this, and still want to be able to get somewhere early in the morning, I have to set my alarm clock for every two hours, to move all my joints so they don't freeze up. It's a trick that works well, but is murder on a marriage. Sleep in separate rooms? Not an option. Besides pain, fear of the dark, nightmares are my other bane. Being able to sleep without my dragon just doesn't happen. So add one more miracle for this place. My icon of St. George is the only visible thing on the night watch.
Poor hubby, who needs at least 3 nights before he is able to adjust and sleep when I am gone, sounded a bit weary yesterday. I was actually able to get a line out last night, the moon being in the ninth house, and the four moons of Jupiter’s in perfect alignment, of course the phone worked. You just have to wait for the right moment to turn on any technological device.
I also hear someone took the heat from here (it's now 70,s and breezy and dry,) and sent it to the Midwest. About 100 degrees and 100% humidity, is that about right?
Bet you don't have any rainbows. There are only so many to go around, and they are all here.
The weather, sleeping, and llamas; kind of boring things to talk about. At least I am not cutting and pasting someone else's words and calling it a day, daughter dear.
I promised to write about this place and it's goings on. This is the best I can do for now.
Other than that, it seems strange to wake up on a Sunday morning and eat breakfast (more than the few saltines and warm coke to keep the meds down). There is nowhere nearby to go to Mass, and the only transportation out of here charges about forty dollars to even come near the pace to pick you up, and then they start their meters. I’m not as stranded as it sounds. I have had other offers to to get around, but I just haven’t felt like leaving.
My friend is picking me up later this morning. They are evicting me-my time at Galestio has run out. But I am due at St. John’s today, and since I am feeling better, I can’t keep making excuses to my friends already there. So today I will be going to Spanish Market, having lunch with my friend, and then she will take me to St. John's. It's closer to Santa Fe, but if I remember correctly, you have to stand on the roof of the library to get a cell phone signal. I'll try.
A library.......maybe it's time to move on.