Shakespeare Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring
It’s funny living in the desert in the winter, even after all this time. Since the weather is somewhere in the high 60s or low 70s during the day now, I think of it as being spring rather than winter. I go to the grocery store and am astounded that asparagus is not on sale or artichokes aren’t a dollar a piece. Oh yeah, I’ll remind myself, it isn’t time for spring vegetables yet. Forgetting about winter? Not a bad problem to have.
For the most part, I’m a pretty good sleeper, as long as sleeping through the entire night is not part of the definition of being a good sleeper. I generally wake up a couple of times during the night. For the past few months, however, I have had the additional problem of waking up very early. A wake-up time of 5:30 a.m. or later is workable. But it’s been more like 4:30 or 5. That’s early enough that the birds are asking me to turn off the light. So when I went to visit a primary care doctor yesterday, I asked him for a prescription for Ambien. He looked at me suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. Or maybe I imagined the suspicion. Because asking for a prescription for Ambien felt no different to me than asking for a prescription for heroin. He glanced at my chart, and then pulled out his prescription pad and began writing. As he tore it out and handed it to me, he told me doctors no longer prescribe Ambien for people over the age of 65, which is why he checked my chart. Really, I asked him. Why is that? Well, it’s pretty well known that while Ambien can make you sleep soundly, it can also, in fairly rare instances, make you do odd things in the middle of the night. Start cooking a meal, get into your car and go for a drive, decide to mow your grass, that kind of thing. So, according to the doctor, there is a fear that someone 65 or older could get out of bed and fall down and break a hip. I’m not entirely sure why doctors think hips are more likely to be broken at 65 than they are at 62. Anyway, before taking Ambien, I will make sure to inform Bill that if he hears the car starting up during the night, take heed.
And speaking of heroin, let me tell you about Bill and my latest addiction (which, I’m pleased to say, isn’t heroin). Stewart’s Diet Root Beer and Stewart’s Diet Orange and Cream soda. Heavens to Betsy, are they ever good. There is a little farmers market not too far from our house, and we learned that they carry these products. So on a fairly regular basis, we make a trip over to the store and buy every single bottle in the refrigerator case. So far they haven’t put their foot down. The orange and cream soda tastes just like my childhood favorite – Dreamsicles. Oh yum.
Monday we celebrated Lilly Marie’s second birthday at Maggie and Mark’s house. She actually had several days of celebration – the way any good birthday rolls. But Monday was her actual birthday, and Mark’s parents were there, as were Bec and Bill and I, to help her celebrate. Girlfriend full-out knew it was her birthday, as she was quite animated and excited. She was dressed in a pretty birthday dress and even let her mommy put a bow in her hair. Happy birthday Miss Lilly.