It’s a little after 4 am on a Saturday so why am I awake? Old Speck is coming up on his 15th birthday and not unlike his human friends, has a hard time sleeping through the night. Sometimes, when I return home after having left him for 10 days or so, he does this and as time passes, he does a better job sleeping through the night. I hope by this time next week, he’s sleeping better.
I’m one of those very lucky folks who never has a hard time sleeping but this morning, my mind wanders — events of the week are running through my head.
We went out with friends last night and it seems no matter who we spend time with, I come away reminding myself that I have the best life of anyone I know. I’m not saying they have bad lives – heck, they get to see their grandkids almost every day — I’m just saying that I love my life, my routine and what I do all day every day.
Several hours before dawn, darkness surrounds me. Except for the light of my iPad, I wonder how far to the closest light. While at Chad and Nicole’s, even with the blinds closed, it’s never really dark. There are street and security lights everywhere. They go out to walk the dog without a flashlight. Then, I remember when we lived in town in MO, we did the same thing. It was never truly dark. It seems so long ago, and yet, it was only 3-1/2 years ago that we were city dwellers. Here, on a night like tonight, with little moonlight, without the lights on, you cannot see your hand in front of your face. I like that.
I think of the line from The Night Before Christmas — not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. I giggle. The night is alive with activity. There are foxes, raccoons, way too many skunks, deer and coyotes. Photos from the trail cams are always interesting. I wonder if any of the critters look toward the house and giggle, thinking about the pesky humans and dogs still sleeping.
It’s as quiet as can be. Except for the occasional creak of the metal roof which is still cooling down from a near 80 degree day yesterday, there is not a sound. No stereos. No barking dogs. No horns honking. No loud vehicles. No garage doors going up and down. It’s really amazing how quiet it can be when there is absolutely nothing to hear. As the sun rises and the day begins, we can hear the occasional truck going down the highway. There will be chicken chatter and roosters crowing. I will hear cows mooing in the distance but our sounds are quite different from what many people will hear throughout the day.
For now, I will turn off the iPad, hopefully turn off the thoughts of events this past week, and go back to sleep. Roosters will begin to crow in just a little over an hour and a busy Saturday will begin. We have ice predicted for Sunday night so there are a few things we need to do in preparation for the ice. Otherwise, I hope to sew, knit and maybe can a batch of Burgoo or French Onion Soup.
Back to sleep — I hope.