insomnia

[joegoda]

Lessee... I lay down at about 4:30 to see if I could get some sleep. I've been having this sinus thing that was just buggin' the heck out of the right side of my face, and after breathing salt water for most of the night (oh, and do try not to swallow salt water... does nasty things to your windpipe, or at least it did mine), I found that I couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the salt raising my blood pressure way up to somewhere near day time. Maybe it was that I had just written the death scenes for B&G (and before anyone wonders, it's not the end of the story), what with Pockets already biting the big one. Regardless, between the hours of 4:30 and 7:00 am I got just enough sleep to drool on my pillow. Salty drool. Not to be confused with salt taffy, which is a whole 'nuther story involving stuffed pink Poodles and Steamwheelers.

I think I'll put off going to see the big model planes in Guthrie until tomorrow. Not that I don't think I'd enjoy it today, just that I think I'd enjoy it better if I was awake. Driving would probably be better that way too. Saturday, the crowds would be out, the trolley rides would be more interesting, and I bet they have food vendors that are just to die for.

Anyway, I see Susi and Becky couldn't sleep either. Maybe it's something in the Ooze. Y'all take care of yourselves. I may be sleeping off and on all day.

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[ladyniniane.livejournal.com]

I've had crappy nights all of this week - too many things running around inside my head. And getting up this morning to your latest chapter *and* distressing news from FoC members hasn't helped matters any.

Hopefully you can sleep today, and I can get my head wrapped around some tasks that need doing.

*hugs*

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Well hell, Becky. It's not the happiest chapter, but I hope it didn't add too much to the negative in your world. As for BP&G, they needed to change, because their world was changing... had changed. They aren't gone, just transmuted.

Not sure what the distressing news is, not sure I wanna know. But I do know that everything moves and flows, and eventually turns out the way it is supposed to, and generally for the better. It is only the past moments that seem bad, as the future hasn't been fully written yet and the current moment passes quickly.

Big hugs back to you!

[ladyniniane.livejournal.com]

Your chapter is unsettling, but I can (and do) accept that it is just that - another chapter in the lives of B&G. The distressing news is about an illness and some ramifications about it that may affect events and activities yet to take place.

Add that to my sense of uncertainty with my world right at this moment in time (because of my own situation), and you have a recipe for disconnection, if not disaster. Mostly of my own making, and therefore, all of my own resolution, for the most part.

In some respects, I probably needed this, as the slap upside the head to get me moving in a new direction, and quickly. I just wish that it would not tag my friends and Family, as well - the last thing I ever want to do is bring someone else down because I could not handle my own life situations in a more purposeful manner.

Time to work on change, in as positive a way as I can do it.

[tapestry01.livejournal.com]

So, no Guthrie today?

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I don't think so, chum. You were going to Soonercon, anyways, aren't you, or were you going to put that trip off till tomorrow? I'm sort of in writing mode right now.

Tell me more of what your plans are, because I'm oddly awake for as little as I've slept.

[tapestry01.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow's home schedule is the same as today, so I wouldn't be able to go to Guthrie until late. You head on without me. Take pictures! I had previously planned to go donate blood Saturday morning, anyway.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Well hell. 4 pm is just too late to go driving 2 hours just to hang around a town for a couple of hours and then head back! Dad burn it. Well, if I'm awake tomorrow, I'll take off and yes, I'll take pictures! I plan on riding that trolley, darn it!

[ladyariyana.livejournal.com]

Breena really likes pink poodles...

ok so that has nothing to do with the story, just the thought that came to mind. and since my brain is only working right part of the time these days, I am just running with it. (the brain is rather off since my dad died.. but I am not crying as often each day so I am slowly finding a bit of peace maybe?)

rest my darling man and feel better soon.{{{hugs}}}

oh and Breena has this video game that she takes care of a pink poodle, that she named Trixie. so now she has this thing for pink poodles and carries a little one around a lot.. we just smile and nod lol

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Pink Poodle story, just for you and Breena.

A thousand years ago, back in 1962 or maybe at the same time as the Beatles landed, the company my father worked for, Steel Industries of Indiana (who was the largest manufacturers of shoehorns at the time) held their company picnic at Kings Island in Ohio.

My mother was the type who grew up in the hilly hollers of the country, and so, because we were almost, but not quite, dirt poor, she made a lot of our clothes. For each company picnic, she would make matching shirts of the same color, so we wouldn't get lost, or if we did, we would be able to be found because my mother picked some God-awful colors that nobody in their right mind would ever wear as clothing. I think that year the color was Salmon.

So.... We went to Kings Island, and played and played and got to ride an old steaming stern wheeler, a big old paddle wheel of a boat all around the lake. It was wonderful and I know why Mark Twain loved them so much. Incredible magic on those things.

Now, the Pink Poodle. At the end of the day, when my parents had finally rounded us all up from our running and playing and hiding and generally getting into the mischief that four boys can get into (My eldest brother was 4 years older than me, while my two younger brothers were each 13 months apart from me and each other.), they had prizes for us! Stuffed poodle dogs. One red, one white and one pink. Yes. I counted right. There were three of them, to somehow be split between four boys. When all the dust had settled, Gary got the red one, Sam got the white one and James, the baby, got the pink one. I don't know how it was decided as I didn't get the vote, but it was decided, for whatever reason that I would not receive a stuffed poodle of any color. Maybe I had been exceedingly evil that day. I don't think so. I don't remember being evil over my normal boy quotient. Anyways, that has stuck with me ever since, causing me to be a champion of fair play, and a great pretender that I don't really care.

As for the Salt Taffy... it was the first place I had ever seen such a thing. I still remember it being looped over the taffy pulling machine in great ribbons of white and pink, being stretched and stretched over and again. My mom bought me my first piece, and a really big piece too, which I'm positive made my dentist very happy.

Here's what I know about the loss of a parent: My dad passed in 2001 from Cancer. I miss him still, and it frustrated me for the first 6 years of his passing that I could not for the life of me remember his voice or his life. It irritated the heck out of me and yes, I cried for years off and on. Catch me at the right time and I'll still do it. Cry big ol' bucket tears like I was 5 years old again without a pink poodle.

Your mind will stabilize, honey. It will. In it's own time. But you will never, every get over the loss. You may get used to the empty space in your life perhaps, move on to new and other things, most probably, but you'll never get over it. And you know... that is not a bad thing. It shows the depth of your love, and how much you CAN love. It makes you very, very human.