Week #51: Bedtime bivouac

“Let the tent be struck.” — Robert E. Lee

I used to drive a Ford van. It was a big green, gas-guzzling machine, but I loved it. She was almost like an institution of my life; ‘the girl with the van,’ that was me. I could haul people & things & even used the van for sleepovers & camping once or twice.

Come to think of it, I’ve slept in some weird places. Not only in the van, but on a trampoline & in church pews. What can I say? I’m good at sleep. But I still haven’t slept in a blanket fort—you know what’s coming up next—till last night.

Le fort

My brother & I used to make sofa cushion forts & play all sorts of games in our little world, but I think Mom always had us put things away before bed. I felt like a kid as I was putting the blankets together, creating a little cave with blankets & chairs. Layered blankets, pillows & my bear completed the inside of my den. Crawling inside, I let my sleepiness do it’s thing. I woke up a few times throughout the night trying to find a comfortable position & stay warm. When I finally emerged I realized why people don’t usually do this after the age of ten. My back was kicking me & muttering doubts as to my decision-making skills.

But would I do this again? Heck yes! I like caves/homey holes. Not nasty, dirty, wet holes, but comfortable ones. So next time I’ll put an air mattress in it or just build it over my bed 🙂

Week #50: Half & halfling

“Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. ” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Right now I have an insistent headache & my body is craving sleep, so you’ll forgive me if I make this short. Like maybe 4’11”. I think the last time I was that height, I was eight years old. I don’t remember exactly, but I do know I’ve always been on the tall side of average or the short side of tall. Why then would I choose to portray a hobbit (or halfling) for this week’s thing (who typically are about half the size of a normal person)? Mainly—because I can!

My half birthday was yesterday & happened to coincide with the release of The Hobbit. In true hobbit-y fashion, I decided a party with friends & suitable dress was necessary. We were going to the midnight premiere (which I’d never done) & as previously stated, I dressed up like a hobbit (which I’d also never done). I have honestly been planning this since January, so one might think I’d be a little better prepared. Ha. Hahaha. I got everything pulled together the night before & that’s good enough for me.

Starting a three-hour movie at midnight in a roomful of strangers is a brave thing, but it’s also a beautiful thing. There were a bunch of other people dressed up & the comradery & the creativity—ah! Such a happy thing. Now, I am not a night owl at all & had we been at home, I would have been sleeping through this great movie. But since we were in public beholding such grand epicness, I didn’t really have a problem at all. Being on the cusp of tiredness, my brain made everything feel bigger somehow, like a kid watching Star Wars for the first time. I felt like I was being completely washed over by the story & filled full with the moment.

Now that I’ve made it to week #50, half of a hundred, I wish I could say something epic & inspiring to match this experience, but all I really have to say is, “Good morning!”

Week #40: One day to ruin them all

“The best-laid plans of mice & men often go awry…” – Robert Burns (paraphrase)

I had a crazy dream this morning about a dream that I had dreamt the night before (which I actually hadn’t, but I really believed that I had). It was very involved & complex & completely insane—so perfect for a dream. Having a fairly open Saturday with a funky dream was a lovely blessing. I woke up smiling & had time to get things done. Or so I thought.

After last week’s post about doing things ahead of time, I’ve kept working on my costume, which I thought would get done today. I had planned to use sewing in the zipper or making sugar glass (for treats for a Halloween party tonight) as my AN52 thing. Emphasis on planned. Today turned into one of those sneaky days where you’re off your guard because you think everything is going well right until it all explodes in your face. The pattern for my costume got me about 80% of the way done until I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to prep the back for the zipper. By that time I had to start getting ready for the party & making my muffins & the set up for my sugar glass. That was about 3 hours ago & I’m still waiting for it to solidify. Now I’m super late for the party, with cupcakes I tried to make scary, but that really just look horrifying because they’re supposed to be food, a gaping hole in the back of my costume & none of the anticipated AN52 things achieved with minus 3-ish hours left. (Sorry for the run-on sentence, I think it’s a side effect of the stinkiness of the day.)

But I gave everything the old college try—last minute, yep that’s college. Yet, there’s still good in this day & it’s worth fighting for. Even though it’s definitely clutching at straws, I’m counting my new thing this week as purchasing The Hobbit. As a self-professed geeky nerd of nerdy geekness, I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve never owned it before. I have read it via libraries a time or two. But I now can earmark my own copy & save it for my kids & not pay fines on it no matter how long I take to read it. Either way, it’s a small comfort, like a ring in a coat pocket or the tale of a nine-fingered hobbit after a long journey.

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