Marking a Place

I’m starting to enjoy my two-stage nightly sleep. Go to bed. Dump all the day’s troubles. Wake up at 2:30 or 3. Have a cup of hot Ovaltine. Go back to sleep. Dream. Sleep until I wake and start the day. It worked like a charm last night, and my wife showed up for the second half performance. That was cool. Some evenings the breaks are longer than others, but there’s no carpool waiting to be driven, no clock to punch. The day starts when I arrive. So, I quit stressing out about how soon I got back to bed.

I think my wife came to me last night because I spent a better part of the day yesterday in discussions about her monument, which seems to be taking an inordinately long time to procure. The point I was trying to make to them was about communication. A certain internet shopping sensation won’t let a day go buy without telling me where my four-dollar package is. It seemed to me that people selling a rather expensive piece of carved granite to a grieving husband could do a better job in that area.

Of course, then it occurred to me that’s what’s the hurry and that maybe my concern was more personal, as in, that guy is too poor to buy his wife a proper marker for her grave. It also occurred to me that what’s a month when you’re marking out eternity. Both were good thoughts to have and calmed me down considerably. But I did get better info on the progress we were making. So, that’s a plus. Now I just have to figure out how to deal with that eternity bit.