Two wonderful weeks with my daughter and friends in Colorado has taken away my ability to stay up late and sleep late. Nearly bonked my head on the keyboard falling asleep at the computer, and it was only 1 a.m. One o'clock in the morning. And I couldn't stay awake. That's just wrong.
My life in the darker hours makes me happy. As if I know something others don't. And now that's gone. I know no secrets worth keeping; I no longer hear the haunting sound of train whistles in the night.
On the other hand, I get more sewing done. And I've got to admit, it's easier to see people who work daytime hours when I'm actually awake daytime hours.
After two weeks in daytime Colorado, I couldn't even work myself back into night-hood because I planned a few days in Springfield, Ill., with my sister, who on Friday celebrated her 60th birthday and retirement from teaching. I couldn't miss a party like that.
Driving there through good ol' Hannibal, Mo., gives me stopping time at a great quilt shop, but this time it didn't help. I'd found too many great quilt shops in Oregon and Kansas. Which might seem odd, since I drove to Colorado, but my daughter and I flew to Oregon for her friend's wedding and I drove home through Kansas.
Sometimes you've just got to call a halt to buying fabric until you actually use some of what you buy. Nobody told me this, though, until I made a hefty stash in my attic room. Trouble now is my attic room has eaten the stash, and I can't find a blinking thing. So I buy more.
Vacations are good for people. Helps eliminate the stress of everyday life. But my vacation so packed the time with stuff to do, I slept for two days when I got home.
For instance, before we left for Oregon, my daughter and I had dinner with two of my classmates - Leon Laughery and Paul Greenberg - and their wives. We closed down the Blue Parrot in Louisville just laughing and having a good time.
When she and I flew to Oregon, we stayed with my friends Vicki and Dave Bailey in their ocean home in Newport, about three miles from where the wedding took place on the beach. But, as much as I love the ocean, I didn't get sand in my shoes or salt water on my feet. I always take off my shoes to walk in the water, even in the drizzling rain.
And rain it did. Before and during the wedding. The two homes that held the wedding party were high above the beach, with a steep staircase to the beach, where the wedding took place. Since I'd forgotten my equilibrium pills in Denver, I got wobblier each day and by the wedding, I didn't dare try to navigate the steps. I didn't want to be the person who ruined a good wedding by breaking my neck on those steps.
Walking in the water wasn't worth that.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Sandy Mickelson, former lifestyle editor of The Messenger, may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.