On Losing Bohemia

Although I’m enjoying waking up refreshed and rested due to going to bed at midnight all week, I have to admit that I kind of miss my late nights. I love when everyone’s asleep and the house is still. It’s not being alone that I enjoy, it’s being alone knowing there are people around me who are lost in dreams, leaving all of the thought energies for me.

On the other hand, I also like the clean look of early morning light. The eating area of our kitchen is in a set of bay windows that face north. The view from these tall, paned windows is of verdant, green grass, blue sky, and the cul-de-sac’s end, where not much goes on in the morning, outside of the neighbors pulling out of their garages to leave for work or school. The light that comes in is not direct, so it brightens the entire kitchen and living room area without being blinding. My only beef is that the windows don’t open like the ones in our old house. I love open windows on summer mornings. Must be all those years I lived on the Pacific coast, with the sea air softly billowing the sheers.

But I’m in danger now of waxing poetic at 8:30 in the morning, and that’s a scary thing. I’m not sure if my going to bed earlier this week is going to help with jet lag, however.

While on the phone with Deni last night, she mentioned that since I’m concerned about puffy eyes after the flight (we are going to be filmed at the airport as we arrive), I might try using Preparation H on them. Why does that sound wrong? I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? Have you ever tried it?


A Stimulating Vacation

The Johnson family was held up at airport security when something in Madge’s hat box started vibrating.