I’m tired. I haven’t been able to stay asleep for the last couple of nights. I guess I forgot that allergy medications keep me awake. I thought a persistent headache was due to allergies, and decided the headache was worse than the side effects of the medication. I was wrong. No sleep is the side effect and it’s worse.
It’s hard for me to think right when I’m sleep deprived. I wait all day to go back to bed. You see, I can’t take naps. There are two things that wake me right up…trying to take a nap, and going to bed early. Kip will say he’s going to sit in his recliner and take a fifteen minute nap. He’s asleep before he can finish the sentence and wakes up at the specified time. Don’t even get me started on the dogs and cat.
I wasn’t going to write a blog tonight because of my….uh, my…I forgot what I was thinking. Mom used to say, “If you can’t remember what you were going to say, it must have been a lie.” Well, Mom, if that’s true the older I get the more lies I tell.
I hate to be caught in a falsehood. I remember making a spinach dip for my sister-in-law’s Thanksgiving dinner. My nephew made a comment that it was really good. In fact, he loved it. I just haaad to go and say it was my own special recipe. One I had developed over the years. He frowned at me, and then got up and walked to the kitchen. He came back with a Hidden Valley Ranch dressing mix. The recipe for my dip was on the back. He said, “Other people make your spinach dip, Aunt Mary.”
“But I use only the freshest ingredients,” I mumbled.
He turned the package over to read the recipe. It called for mayo, frozen spinach, buttermilk, and the powdered Hidden Valley ranch dressing mix.
I don’t do that anymore. I just tell everyone who likes what I bring to potlucks that I know where to buy good food.
I remember Mom telling Billy she made the cherry turnovers he loved, from scratch. Then he found the empty box that had held four frozen cherry turnovers. It was in the garbage. He was very upset, but not as mad as he was when he caught her putting a raw egg in his hot chocolate. It wasn’t bad for you to eat raw eggs back then. Mom thought he needed an egg each morning and he wouldn’t eat a cooked one.
Is pretending the same as lying? No, I don’t think so.
I remember what I was going to write about tonight. Have you ever put your foot in your mouth? When we were at our Tuesday dinner last night, a good friend said to me,”Your hair looks really cute tonight, Mary…Did you wash it?”
Of course she didn’t mean it like it sounded. She realized what she had said right away. It’s usually worse when you try to walk it back. I jumped in and told her that yes, I had washed my hair right before we came to dinner. She told me it was really shiny.
I went to Wyoming to visit my son and his family. I was so excited to see everyone. When we got to their house, I walked in and everything looked wonderful. I said, “Boy, your house looks great! You must have worked for a week to make it look this nice.”
The awful thing was, I didn’t even realize what I had said until I looked at my daughter-in-law’s face. She didn’t get where I was coming from, because I would never say such a thing even if it was true, and it most certainly wasn’t.
I felt terrible and I couldn’t think of a thing to say that wouldn’t make what I said sound worse. I think I apologized and said I hadn’t slept well for a couple of nights.
We were busy for most of today researching areas for a possible tiny home site. We didn’t return the call to the realtor we were referred to, and I didn’t call the other “realtor connection” either. We decided to concentrate on putting our house together. Monday, we will begin again.
So, tomorrow we will pack up our teeny house and move back into the small house. I’m hoping for a good night’s sleep. If that doesn’t happen, I’m sure to hear Mom say, “Your eyes look like two burnt holes in a blanket.”
I guess my hair is kinda shiny…