Sleep-LESS

I don't understand.  Truly, I don't understand it at all.  During my growing-up years, sleeping in was a luxury.  Face it, how many times did Mom stick her head in our bedroom doorway and announce, "Girls, time for school!" ?  I did some calculations.  Since there are 176 scheduled school days (and I know this because I was a teacher!), I figured that I was deprived of 1408 days of sleeping-in during my elementary grade schools years, and add to that another 704 days of high school for a grand total of 2,112 sleep deprivation days.  Now wait a minute, I've only begun to add 'em up.  Of course you have to add the college years to that when I burned the candle at both ends.  AND, then you chuck up even more when I began my teaching career (more hours added due to "Drive Time" to the workplace).  We all know what happens when the marriage life enters the picture, and, of course, the KIDS!   There is no sleep.  So, figuring all that into the equation, I have a total of over 15,000 days of getting up early!  After 35 years of work, retirement arrives and with it the idea of doing what you want and when you want.  Now you would think sleeping in is no longer a luxury but is at your beck and call.  WRONG.  Body says to Brain:  'Wake up."  And there I am in the wee hours of each morning, laying wide awake and raring to go.

 Makes no sense.  I don't want to get up while it's pitch-black outside, do I?  I cringe at what the neighbors would think if I'm out-and-about at 5:00 in the morning?  (and have 'em think, oh poor soul, one of those retirees who have nothing to do????)  then I come to find out that all my other "old" friends are experiencing the same problem.  What's with that?  Rather ironic isn't it?  We wait in anticipation for 60 years to sleep-in and find out to our dismay we can't.  Life is unfair, don't you think?

Update

Six days after surgery, I have now ditched the crutches, have been walking (I'll admit, awkwardly!), and have noticed the swelling is finally going down.  Tomorrow Doc will take out the staples and I assume will give me a heads-up on a full recovery.  Amen to that, sister!

Surgery Day

After weeks of being in utter misery, my surgery day is here to correct the problem.  It seems somewhere along the way, I tore my meniscus in my knee. ( Honestly, I didn't  realize I owned a meniscus!) Doc Bassman will perform his magic tricks, and I should be home resting on the couch by late afternoon.  Friends and relatives know that I abhor "needle pricking" by the nurses, but this time, I'm mentally ready to endure that--as long as my knee gets back to normal.  I'll fill you 'all in when I recuperate!

Home!

After 2,500 miles later and two weeks on the road, we arrived safely home.  Traveling America's highways and byways is exciting, but at the same time, home is good, too.  Memories were gathered and stored; Larry and I await our next adventure wherever that may be!

Onto Nag's Head and Beyond

Day 12:  After finishing up on Monday with beaching it, looking for shells, and just veggin' out, we left Tuesday to head north toward Nag's Head.
We checked out the historical "Lost Colony" on Roanoke Island which is several miles west of Nag's Head.  The museum was under renovation as was the fort, but we did find it interesting.







  Of course we shopped for souvenirs for the kids, and then drove north into Kill Devils Hill.  There we toured the famous site of Orville and Wilbur Wright's first flight at Kitty Hawk.  Impressive museum and monument.  Late afternoon on Tuesday we decided to leave the islands of the Outer Banks and head west for home.  Weathermen are predicting huge rainfall amounts for the next three days due to a tropical depression moving onto the Carolinas.  We should be home by the weekend.