a.m.

lately, i have been having a really hard time sleeping. i don't really know what the deal is. i am tired but when i lay down my mind feels flooded with strange little memories, to do lists, the days conversations... i simply lay there listening to my heart and snoring husband, thinking...when will i fall asleep?

i wish i could be more productive since i can't sleep but in this tiny house i feel like one stumbling move and everyone will be startled awake. i really don't want that.

i think i will try again...maybe this time i will try to imagine Bono sitting on the edge of my bed (not wearing any leather because that would be too loud--but certainly wearing something hip and black and his elevator shoes and probably his sunglasses...i am sure his eyes would be bugged by my stupid neighbor's garage lights shining into my window all night long.) singing... sleep, sleep tonight and may your dreams be realized, when the thunder cloud passes rain, oh let it rain, rain down on me...mmm.

maybe that will work.
goodnight.

car conversations

Toby: "Mrs. Linn got to do all the best things when she was little. She got to pump water into a bucket to make her bath.

Me: "oh, did she grow up on a farm?"

Toby: "No."

Me: "What?"

Toby: "No!," he said emphatically.

Me: "Toby, i don't understand why you are so mad...did she grow up on a farm?"

Toby: "NO! She didn't throw up on a farm!"


...but she did grow up on a farm.