It’s awful when you can’t sleep, unless of course you’re an owl or raccoon…or cocaine addict who prefers it that way.
From taking so much Prednisone for my ongoing hearing issues, my whole being is out of whack. I sleep like an infant, waking up to eat…reading myself back to sleep.
This will explain why I’m posting at midnight. I’m up, so why the hell not?
Since I always try to look at the positive, there is something awfully special being awake at this hour. It’s just you and the moon holding hands when no one else is watching.
I make sure to be in a great pair of pajamas so I feel like Myrna Loy in the Thin Man pretending any minute William Powell and Asta the dog will sweep in.
Instead I get the girl next door coming home at 3 with her latest catch…oh, oh..yeah…yeah..ooh, ooh, yeah. Not exactly Dash Hammett is it? More like Trash Hammett, porn reporter.
I switch on my trusty noise machine so it rains sheets drowning out all that suggested joy under them, but alas, I can still hear the occasional AH that makes me and the moon blush like a pot of Revlon rouge.
My reading is certainly up….three books a week at least. Right now I’m enthralled with still another on Jackie written in 2004 called, Jacqueline Kennedy: First Lady of the New Frontier by, Barbara A. Perry…all about her poignant days as first lady.
Before that we had, Anything That Moves, by Dana Goodyear, a staff writer at The New Yorker about bottom feeder food eaters, that was more than a little illuminating. Hardcore foodies who actually prefer a C rating in a restaurant’s window who will eat anything on a dare.
3) Stars In Their Courses, a compelling account of the Battle of Gettysburg…1863 by, the late, great Shelby Foote.
4) The Girl, author Samantha Geimes who, at 13, was raped in 1982 by director Roman Polanski…the reason he can’t return to the United States.
5) Manhunt, James Swanson…the two week chase to capture actor and murderer, John Wilkes Booth, Lincoln’s handsome, infamous killer.
6) Stitches, Anne Lamont…a short, uplifting shot in the arm on the fabric of one’s life.
7) Bully Pulpit, Doris Kearns Goodwin’s UNANIMOUS WIN on the relationship between U.S Presidents, William Howard Taft and Theodore Roosevelt that…you’ve heard it here first folks, will no doubt win The Pulitzer Prize for American History.
8) A Story Lately Told, the first installment of actress Angelica Huston’s two-part memoir about her distinguished parents and the opulence of growing up in their light as well as their shadow.
9) Asylum…Simon Doonan, Barney’s longtime, funny, eccentric window dresser that had me on the floor.
10) And last but certainly not least, Dallas, 1963…a well documented, scary expose by, Bill Minutaglio and Steven L Davis of why JFK never should have made that fatal trip to the Lone Star State, let alone its city that made no secret of loathing our 35th Catholic President making him a lamb going in for slaughter.
On that cheerful note…
one can see, there is always an upside. My mind is replete with great stories to canoodle with beneath the stars.
Not everyone can say they’ve read aloud to the moon wearing silk, pinstriped pajamas while a certain young lady howls to it on the other side of the wall.
I’m just saying.