CAPE COD NATIONAL SEASHORE SOUNDSCAPE by Gordon Hempton

CAPE COD NATIONAL SEASHORE SOUNDSCAPE

CAPE COD NATIONAL SEASHORE SOUNDSCAPE by Gordon Hempton
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This was another freebie I got in the effort to find mediation and relaxation books. I was a little nervous about the possibility that the water sounds might activate my bladder, but they didn’t. It did make me sleep, though. 

I spent a little time wondering why I didn’t hear any seagulls. I will need to look up if deals are only on the west coast or why there weren’t any during the recording. Something to do later, I guess 

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The Perfect Swing by James McGirk

The Perfect Swing by James McGirk
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I picked this up as a free meditation book on Audible. I was skeptical about it being calming, because it’s a baseball story. Something about the reader’s voice and the way he read the story put me to sleep almost immediately. Three different times! 

It was an interesting story, so I’m not sure why it worked, but it did. I had to go back and listen to it when I wasn’t sleepy at all. Great story with great information, told beautifully. But, it does double as a sleep aid. 

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Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

Napping with a cat

Inky and I were napping quietly or afternoon. Suddenly my kid opens a can from the kitchen. Inky jumps up, hoping the can is for her lunch. She launches off my hip and goes screaming into the other room, just to make sure that my daughter knows she hasn’t eaten in about an hour. I am now awake.

Sleeping with a cat is usually relaxing and comforting. Apparently, it’s less so when food is involved.

6:28

Usually, my alarm is set for 6:30 am on a weekday. I am usually awake before then, but it is a reminder to stop reading or whatever and get ready for work.

Inky, my nap buddy, feline alarm clock, etc, doesn’t have a watch. We thought about it, but, since she can’t tell time, there really isn’t much point in getting her one.

Occasionally, both cats team up and wake me to tell me that they are starving at 4:30 am. We have almost solved this problem by giving them dinner as the last person goes to bed.

Inky now has a new trick. At 6:28 am, she jumps from the bedroom door onto my bladder. I don’t even look at the clock, because I know exactly what time it is. Today, I was supposed to be able to sleep in until 9:30. Nope. 6:28 was it. Thanks, Inky.

No licking, no dancing

My sleep buddy, Inky, has had her schedule all thrown off. I think it started when I was gone on my trip. I wasn’t there, and she was put on a diet. It got worse when Dad was no longer home. Most nights lately, I have been falling asleep without her help.

Lately she’s been waiting for me to fall asleep and then will climb in bed once I’m settled. She climbs on my chest and starts a tap dance. Then she starts licking my chin. If I put my hand up, she licks that, too.

I move her to a place that’s comfortable for me, but is still touching me. I tell her over and over, “No licking, no dancing, I need room to breathe.” She seems to ignore the words. Eventually, we will both be reasonably comfortable. Last night, she settled in on my belly, holding my hand. It took her ten minutes to get into that position. She stayed there less than five minutes.

Leaving Las Vegas

The last day in Vegas is always a quiet one. We are generally exhausted by the last day. I still had to pack and get my stuff to the bell desk so we could wander around without our luggage after we checked out. We set the alarm so that we wouldn’t oversleep. At 9am, the alarm roused me from a DEEP sleep. Ok. Ok. Ok. I’m up. I’m gathering my stuff.

Housekeeping knocked at the door at 9:02 am. Really? You’re wanting to clean the room now after not showing for two days?

We had breakfast after we checked out. Then we all did our own thing for a while. We made the mistake of not looking at the denomination on the slot machine and blew through $20 in one pull. Well, that wasn’t fun.

At about 2pm, two of us ended up at happy hour. We had bbq pork tacos, fries and housemade fireball. Yum! It didn’t taste like cinnamon syrup, just cinnamon.

After happy hour, we found three of our group sitting in the food court with one of them sound asleep on the bench, waiting for the time to leave for the airport. I did what any good friend would do. I took a photo and sent it to her wife. I didn’t post it for the world to see.

We caught Lyft, said goodbye to the one who was staying one more day, and we headed to the airport. We had different flights, so we say around, waiting at the airport after a smooth check-in and security check.

I walked around and found souvenirs since I didn’t do much shopping during the weekend. All but two of us at the airport got on the first flight home.

I wandered down to my gate and had about fifteen minutes to wait. I got on the plane and ended up sitting next to two small boys who were already in the middle and window seats. They had one iPad between them. They were arguing a little bit over what to play. The last two women on the place voiced theirs complaint that there weren’t two seats together. The flight attendant basically told them to deal with it and sit down. I started reading with myself about what to do on the plane, sleeping vs reading vs blogging. As soon as we pulled away from the gate, the two boys lost Wi-Fi so they decided to sleep. I decided to sleep since they were quiet. I woke up twenty minutes later and worked on the blog from the previous days. No reading got done.

When we landed, the boy in the middle seat tried waking up the window seat boy. It took quite a bit to wake him. When I finally stood up, I could hear the flight attendant arguing with a woman who wanted to get off rear door. The rear door isn’t attached to the gate. Not happening lady.

I got to baggage claim and called my daughter to get me when the bags started moving. I waited inside for her once I got my bags. I was standing with a woman with a small child and a lot of luggage who was waiting for her husband. She moved outside when I did. She left her son with the luggage and ran a few yards down to see if her husband was there. Her husband had parked far away. She was making trips with the luggage and her son kept following her back and forth. Finally, the husband gets out of the car. He looks very familiar. He works in the same building with me. What a small world!

My daughter arrived after being lost for a little while. We loaded up the car and were on our way. When we got home, I half unloaded my suitcases, set the alarm, and went to bed, since I cancelled my day off for the next day.

Vegas, baby!

I had last minute stuff to do before leaving on my trip to Las Vegas. My daughter and I went to the pharmacy, nail place, ATM, lunch, and then she took me to the airport. Early. I was a little worried because of horror stories I’d listened to about security lines being so long that people were missing delayed glitches flights. Also, because of storms both in San Francisco and in Vegas, some flights the day before had been delayed four hours. It turned out that I had plenty of time to get through the non-existent security line and sit and relax.

I found a place to sit and relax at the airport. The woman behind me was trying to explain to her parents that her flight was delayed but it would be ok since they had tickets for the movie the next afternoon, not the day she comes in, for mom’s birthday. Her mom was apparently having a fit because they were going to miss the movie because of the delayed flight and was giving a decent guilt trip about how no one wants to spend time with her on her birthday. I was trying hard to not laugh.

I sat there reading for a while until i had to use the restroom. I wandered closer to the gate when I returned. I tried to read some more, but the guy waiting near me was on the phone explaining to someone that he was flying to Vegas to retrieve the car he was too drunk to drive back home last weekend. Must have been a good weekend for him.

I had received a text about the fight being delayed a half hour. That was fine, since I was meeting my friend at Vegas airport and her flight was due to land an hour after my original flight time. The airport staff asked us to gate check carryon because it was a full flight, and it was going to be faster to board if fewer people had to stop to put stuff in the overhead bins. I did, to make things easier on myself, too.

I boarded the plane and found an aisle seat. A woman a little older and a little smaller than me sat in the window seat. Thankfully, a very tiny woman sat between us. The tiny woman pulled out “Cork Dork” and explained to us that she had a two year old so she never had time for her two favorite things, wine and reading. She was using this trip to catch up. She was not going to Vegas, but was changing planes and heading on to a girls weekend in Tucson. The first thing they had planned was time to catch up on sleep. The window seat woman and I both laughed, explaining that as a mom of a two year old that she’snever going to sleep again. “They eventually sleep through the night, right?” I told her that once they drive and turn eighteen, they stay out late and you don’t sleep, wondering where they are. She kept her nose in her book the rest of the flight.

We hit turbulence on descent. One bump was so hard that I would have landed in the aisle if I hadn’t had my seatbelt on.

Baggage claim. Moved from 4 to 2 without announcement

After my baggage claim adventure, I met my friend and discussed the various ways to get to the hotel. We settled on the shuttle.

At the shuttle kiosk, I tried to pay for my $10 ticket with $10 in cash. The cashier looked very confused. She was counting out coins to give me change. I was curious about how much she was going to give me, but the other guy in the kiosk stopped her. She tried to get me to sign my shuttle ticket like a credit card receipt, but again, her kiosk buddy stopped her. So much for entertainment.

We walked over to catch the shuttle. The driver and another driver were discussing that they thought something had happened at our hotel. They thought that the casino at the hotel was closed because of bank robbery earlier in the day and a suspicious package had been left behind. Of course. We decided to go check it out. Adventure!

Over an hour ride on the shuttle with a whole cast of characters. We were having an adventure. We saw a lot of Las Vegas while driving from hotel to hotel. We had stinky people behind us on the shuttle. I thought it was my deodorant failing, but nope. Wasn’t me. Thankfully, they got off at the second stop.

We also shared the shuttle with obtuse people who kept wondering out loud why we can’t all be dropped off first. “There’s our hotel! Why can’t he just drop us off now?” “He passed it, again!” Calm down people. He can’t disobey traffic laws or drive over cement barriers. Unfortunately, they were with us almost the whole ride.

Finally, we got to our hotel and the shuttle could not turn down the street because of construction. He let us off at the Mob Museum. I wanted to go there, but it wasn’t open. Someday. We had to walk across the street and down a half a block. Not awful.

Check in was easy. Uneventful. Unusual for me.

Changed pants and went to dinner in the hotel lobby. We ordered appetizers with our dinner. The appetizer came out first. They brought it to us with no plates. I had breakfast for dinner. The best breakfast potatoes I had ever eaten. I had asked for no toast, so the waitress offered me extra bacon or fruit. I was stunned.

After standing around, deciding what to do, we decided that we should just go to bed.

Our second roommate of the night appeared around midnight, after an uneventful shuttle ride. He went to the casino to gamble a while. At 4:30 am, my roommate climbed into bed with me, so the other roommate could have her bed. I half woke up to scoot over and to use the restroom. I slept until 7:30 ish.

Prescription sunglasses

I decided to get prescription sunglasses for reading. On my upcoming trip, I plan to be poolside quite a bit, so the prescription sunglasses will help me with my book reading.

I had my appointment to pick out frames yesterday. I brought my daughter along for her opinions.

The optician warned me that I wouldn’t be able to see regular distances when I had the reading glasses on. Ummm, yes. I am not planning on walking and reading at the same time.

Then, what color frames. All of my other sunglasses have brown lenses so I went for brown. He brought me about twenty pairs. The first one I tried on was the winner. The others gave us giggles in some cases. No sunglasses that caused giggles will be worn.

Then I was asked about the color of the lenses. Ummm, I picked brown frames for the brown lenses. So, maybe brown?

Then to order a box of contacts. That was confusion because it’s a different prescription. I’ll have to have my eyes checked again in a few months when my prescription expires. Ok. No problem.

On the way out, I noticed a comic book store. We browsed there a long time. I loved the store, but most things were on the expensive side.

I ended up buying a couple of comic books from the 25¢ pile and a few from the new stack. Do comics count as books?

We got a text to go to the grocery store while we were out. No problem. It wasn’t our usual store, so it took us longer than usual.

We got home and my daughter cooked dinner. After dinner, I got into pjs and realized that it was only 6 pm. I was exhausted. I fought to stay up until a reasonable bedtime, but ended up crashing at 8:30. I guess I was really tired.

63/62

I met my reading goal for 2018. In fact, I exceeded it. I slowed down on the reading because of it. I shouldn’t, but I did.

Last night, I ended up going to sleep before 8 pm. My eyes were just too tired to read. Couldn’t focus on anything. So I just bundled up and slept. I will get back to it today.