Beneath the Wraps

           Neither Richard nor I have been sleeping well lately.   He caught a virus due to stress and probably room temperature.   I always wake up hot and he has a pile of blankets.   He coughs.   Bonnie snores.   One or the other of us will leave the room.   He turns on the TV.   It is ALWAYS loud.   I can ’ t return to sleep when there is noise.   But somehow between two and four I slept hard.   Really hard.   I know it was hard because I had a nightmarish dream.   “ I had gotten out of bed for something (probably to go to the bathroom) and when I returned my end table and all contents had disappeared.   I remember looking for them in some kind of office building.   That was weird. “ Later on, while in bed I heard a noise and gone to the window to investigate a noise. I saw our car back up out of the driveway.   Surprisingly there had been enough light to i...

  What ’ s the story behind a time when you got locked out?           I have come up with more situations than I care to admit.   The first one I thought about on Friday when Carolyn announced that she ’ d be ending the class ten minutes early as the lifeguards have a meeting at 10:00 and would like to start on time without having to wait for stragglers. When class was over, I strongly suggested that Richard get out as it seems to take him longer to dress.         Carolyn announced to the group that they were welcome to stay for five minutes before taking off.   She started heading to the deep end while the majority of the class headed towards the stairs at the shallow end and climbed out.   I then shared my first story with her. Story #1 I don ’ t know how many years ago it was, but my first “ locked out ” story is not really about getting locked out but rather getting “ locked in ...

             I don’t recall if it was last year or the year before when I received this Snoopy ornament.     I didn’t have it on the tree for very long as it was underneath the tree or in my stocking.   I decided to hang it over my computer and have looked at it throughout the year.   I think it’s cute.             Roland and I used to hang our keys on the fireplace where the stockings would go but have gotten rid of the fireplace this year and thus do not have the hangers anymore.   He started hanging his keys with the coats and I put mine behind the Snoopy – which seemed to work out well until the other day.   When I grabbed my keys I had also grabbed my Snoopy.   When I set the keys down Snoopy fell and the words broke.   I was going to try and super glue them back and still may – but right now it seems to be a poetic justice type thing.   Instead of...