So I'll admit it was a little embarrassing to realize that in my latest sleep poem I referenced the wrong nursery rhyme character that lost her sheep. It was Bo Peep I was thinking of and not Mary.
Bo Peep lost her sheep.
Mary was contrary and had a big garden.
My only excuse is my lack of sleep. And maybe a diminishing intellect.
On a more positive note I did sleep pretty well last night until about 4:00 am or so when I woke up and really needed to go to the bathroom. I don't know about you but I seem to think that if I just refuse to get up, the feeling will go away. I'm not sure where it would go. Just away. But it doesn't. Ever. And then I invariably begin to have very odd little snippets of dreams in the 30 seconds or so at a time that I do doze off. Like I'm going to take a shower in a car that's in a bathroom but I first, of course, have to make sure all the windows are covered with these curtain-y things, and as I am pulling them across the windows I notice that people are sticking their hands right through the glass and helping me.
Which is creepy if you think about it.
And then I notice that people are zipping by on a street (in the bathroom) on Harleys and other motorcycle-ish vehicles. Most of which are covered in my favorite stone, turquoise.
My, they were pretty things.
Anyway, up until 4:00 I did pretty good. Neveryoumind the fact that I was almost dying from a heatstroke. I may have mentioned before how The Chief enjoys sleeping in a sauna. Or a steambath.
Or the Sahara.
But I did OK.
In other news, I've been reading a lot. All kinds of books. Currently I am making my way through two. One about America's Great Delis! and the other about Extraordinary Women.
As you can see, my interests, they are all over the place.
In the Extraordinary Women book there was a chapter on fears. We all have them. It included a list of the top ten phobias:
(Please note that I am not making light of any of these, as I know that some people have horrible lifelong struggles...) This is just my analysis for my fears...
1. arachnophobia (the fear of spiders) Not really a problem for me. I'm a friend to the spider. Although their multiple eyes are kind of hard to deal with.
2. social phobia (the fear of being evaluated negatively in social situations) I think everyone at one time or another deals with this. I mean once you walk down the hall in Junior High dragging a 20 foot piece of toilet paper which is stuck to the heel of your very favorite tasseled loafers, you're going to have some social issues. Trust me on this.
3. aerophobia (the fear of flying) I think this is pretty common, although not a issue for me. The Chief (who has flown all over the world multiple times) said he may have developed a touch of it after experiencing heavy turbulence in a small plane in Africa. He was sitting between a man holding a goat and a lady with a rooster.
4. agoraphobia (fear and avoidance of any place or situation where escape might be difficult or help unavailable in the event of developing sudden panic-like symptoms) No problem here unless we count all those years when I taught classes full of seventh-grade boys...
5. claustrophobia (the fear of being trapped in small confined spaces) Well, I think I might have a little of this. Nothing major, but I don't want to find out. Especially if it involves being trapped in a small classroom of those seventh graders.
6. acrophobia (the fear of heights) Um. Maybe. It's not the height necessarily that gets me. It's being on the edge and looking down. I can't describe the odd sensation in my body. Odd. Indescribable. Not good.
7. emetophobia (the fear of vomit or vomiting) Look. I hate to throw up. Hate it. I mean I think I would be weirder than all get out if I liked it. And if you tell me you like it, I'm gonna think you're weird too. Maybe even creepy. But if you're a Mom, you're going to have to deal with it. It's funny, but when the boys were little and throwing up The Chief always seemed to be offshore. Or locked in his secret "I can't deal with vomit" room.
8. carcinophobia (the fear of cancer) I think we all have a healthy dose of this fear.
9. brontophobia (the fear of thunderstorms) The Weege is the poster child for this one. They don't bother me much, but I did not enjoy the whole tornado/severe storm thing last spring when Weegie and I had to take refuge alone in the bathroom at the farm with no electricity while I was receiving texts from my son (who was watching a very sophisticated weather radar) asking me what I was leaving him in my will.
Sons are funny like that.
10. necrophobia (the fear of death or dead things) Not a problem for me. And I cannot tell you how much Weegie enjoys a nice dead thing to roll in. A bird, a cow, a scorpion, a feral hog - he loves 'em all.
So that was the top ten. And if you ever get the chance, you can google fears or phobias- there are thousands and thousands.
If you look hard enough you might find the name for the fear of confusing your nursery rhyme characters.
HickoryDickoryphobia?
Or whatever The Chief suffers from. The fear of sleeping at a NORMAL TEMPERATURE.
Let me know what you discover.
Lu
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