by Bella Rum
I bought some impatience plants and a fern – all shade-loving. That pot is huge – much bigger than it looks. H carried a heavy bag of potting soil outside for me, and I potted everything. They look a little puny now, but they will grow.
Our back yard has become very shady. When we moved here, it was relentlessly sunny. It has a southern exposure, but the stand of trees in the back of the yard have grown a great deal during the past eight years. When I look out my window, I see a sea of green. It’s so beautiful.
You can file this next one under too much information. I wear a guard to protect my teeth at night. I’m a clincher and a grinder. That’s probably the least surprising thing I’ve ever written. Miss A Type grits her teeth in her sleep.Wow! Really?
It’s difficult to understand what I’m saying when I’m wearing it. Last night, I dreamed that my aunt was angry with me. She told me that she’d heard that I had insulted her son. I wanted to explain the details to her, but the guard was in my mouth, and she couldn’t understand me. Frustrated, I dug around in my mouth and removed it. When I woke, the guard was in my hand. I had actually removed it during the dream.
Remember when I participated in that sleep study and had that weird dream about vicious koala bears? The sleep specialist said we are paralyzed during REM sleep so we won’t act out our dreams and potentially hurt ourselves. So much for that.
And there’s a new feature to my sleep dramas. For some reason, I now talk more in my sleep. It annoys H because he can’t understand me with the guard. I wonder if he thinks I’m going to divulge something earth-shattering – like the solution to climate change, or population growth or balancing the budget.
I spent yesterday doing laundry and packing some things. We’re not leaving for the ocean til Friday, but I wanted to get some of it finished.