A funny thing happened on the way to morning.....
I fell asleep at 5 today. I was up far too late last night, and combined with the turkey dinner I had last night, I was asleep fairly quickly. I truly thought that I would be asleep through to the early morning, but at a few minutes past Midnight, I woke up for good. I decided that this was a good time to experiment with my senses a little bit. I way laying in bed with my eyes closed, and was concentrating on the sounds around me. Granted, due to the Autumn cold of evening, the windows were closed, so outside sounds were limited, but I listened to the world around me anyway. I heard the heater warming up, then running, then shutting off. I heard an occasional sigh from beloved Rocky the dog. I heard mostly the sleep breathing of Leslie as she lay next to me. I heard a handful of really tough crickets outside. I heard the distant sounds of traffic from hte main thoroughfare that passes a block and a half from my window. Upstairs, someone got up in the middle of the night, turning on the fan in their bathroom. Other than these sounds and the silence of night, there was nary a sound. In its own way, it was beautiful and refreshing. It recharged my mind in a way that was unexpected.
While I was awake for about 90 minutes in bed, Leslie spent those minutes looking for the perfect place to sleep in bed. She alternately rested her left arm on my ear, her knee gently in my backside, and the tip of her foot onto my right shin. It was when she turned over and swiped virtually all of the covers that I laughed to myself and finally decided to get up.
Now I sit listening to Tim Buckley's "Goodbye And Hello" with a peaceful smile on my face, having a glass of water and reveling in the good things. I always have to laugh at people who define themselves by their possessions. The things they miss just from not paying attention are the most wonderful things in life.
This calls for a song. Let's go to the Writ.....
This song is an old one. I wrote this after I became convinced that God was out to get me, forever planning to make my romantic relationships unhappy. This song is now a humorous ode to days gone by. God has smiled on me by delivering Leslie to me.
God Is A Ladies Man
Heaven’s a place where’s everyone’s ugly
And everyone’s beautiful once in a while
And God’s this big dude who does what he wants to
I wonder sometimes if he ever dares smile
Well, I’ve got a clue, I’ve got an inkling
Of what brings a glow to the holiest eye
It’s sure not your prayers of faith and devotion
But the sight of the ladies just passing on by
‘Cause God is a ladies man, simple as that
He takes all the good ones, then hands you your hat
Yea, God is a ladies man, who could resist
And there’s not one lady that God up in heaven has missed
The weather in Heaven is just about perfect
Indian summers ten months of the year
But don’t stare too long at the thinly-clad ladies
For ladies are only God’s property here
Now men of the world are usually rammy
We all stay quite lustful from 14 ‘til death
But don’t bother asking your god for a woman
You’re not getting’ any, so don’t waste your breath
Somewhat funny, somewhat pessimistic, VERY dated. That's a weird one. Sorry.
I'm going to listen to Tim a little more and try to get a little more sleep, as futile as that may be. Later tonight. Leslie and I go to Madison to see Richard Thompson. I can't get enough of those songs and that guitar. What a gifted man.