It's 11 PM. Shadow the cat and the rhythmic thump of the dishwasher are my late night companions. Outside a fresh layer of snow covers up all the ugliness and makes the world look fresh and welcoming. In spite of the political turmoil underlying our daily lives it has been a good weekend so far. Family and then friends joined us for two nights in a row of tasty dinners and good conversation. The boys have illuminated our lives with their silly antics and unconditional love.
I am avoiding heading to bed; my pre-sleep thoughts linger on finances, changes coming to our lives, and things to be done. I am not one to let things go easily and am struggling to find a way to quell my worries. I ruminate on all the possibilities and in the end seem to accomplish little. So tonight I type, ramble, with Shadow resting his warm furry head on my arm.
When I was younger, my good friend Lucy told me about how her family makes a wish when 11:11 appears on the clock. So since third grade I have been making my wish whenever I happen upon 11:11. Tonight I shall wait for 11:11 to roll onto the clock face once more and make my wish. What will your wish be?
Overheard: be careful what you say
12 years ago
1 comment:
I'm a freak about 11:11 too! I wonder if Lucy passed it along to me too...or maybe you did!
If you ever need to get your mind of things to fall asleep you should just what I didn't to fall asleep at grandma and grandpas...repeat "Haaaaa-Chooooo Charlie Brown" over and over while swinging your legs back and forth. Works like a charm...though it may annoy Ben like it annoyed you and Sira!! :)
-MOlly
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