Starting to Remember the Edges
03/15/08 07:21 AM | Up Chucks
I didn't post yesterday, even though I could have written a couple of years worth of my mistakes, oops I mean memoirs, while I was not sleeping. I had a hurricanes worth of debris swirling in my conscienceness and had to keep ducking the bigger pieces and even when I would drift towards a safe sleep island another gust would come along and capsize the restorative life preserver from the HMS Soma, and I would again be putting on my braincoat to weather the storms. I got up to wander the house at what I thought was 2 AM, I went back and laid on the couch. I got up again a few minutes to get a bottle of water. That's when I saw the devil in rotation. His hands were pointing. The longer one at the 12 minute tick the shorter at the 4 tock! 4:12 AM' zoikes!
Needless to say a lot of my Friday was a daze. A sleep deprived romp through a reality blurry on the edges. I remember little, but I do know that I didn't look forward to bowling after work. I think the melody was The Fifth dimensions "Last Night I didn't get to sleep at all" but just the opening verse over an over in the elevator music center of my mind.
I drove to the alley without a peep. Not a sound on the radio not a thought in my head after I hung up my phone. I was called as I was leaving the alley, by a coworker who said, "Does Rich know that his left tail-light is half full of water?" See, Rich has loaned me his spare car (the Gran Prix) since I am less "motivated" without wheels of my own. After answering that the tail light aquarium has been a feature of this Gran Prix for a long time I drove on in thoughtless silence.
So, at the alley. My kegling compatriots convened. Will Andrichik doing his best Rich Culy substitution dance, and Ed Craig doing his best anchor, he had the ball but lost the chain and we drifted. We were bowling the missing man formation since Tom Pruitt (arguably our most consistent bowler) was out due to his Mother's passing. We lost all games convincingly. I had a decent series, even though I had the gumby tie after the second effort. Game one 202, two, 129 three a rally of sorts 166 for a 497 for a 165 average well over my 153 mark of consistency. Ed Creaig re-inherits the tie for game one next week.
Oh but oh. Last night I slept. I didn't get to see or sing the fifth dimension or any other songs. Because I slept last night. I nearly got to sing some Mama's and Papa's when a mid nocturne coughing fit brought up some of the evenings repast and only by choking awake did I get to awake at all.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Needless to say a lot of my Friday was a daze. A sleep deprived romp through a reality blurry on the edges. I remember little, but I do know that I didn't look forward to bowling after work. I think the melody was The Fifth dimensions "Last Night I didn't get to sleep at all" but just the opening verse over an over in the elevator music center of my mind.
I drove to the alley without a peep. Not a sound on the radio not a thought in my head after I hung up my phone. I was called as I was leaving the alley, by a coworker who said, "Does Rich know that his left tail-light is half full of water?" See, Rich has loaned me his spare car (the Gran Prix) since I am less "motivated" without wheels of my own. After answering that the tail light aquarium has been a feature of this Gran Prix for a long time I drove on in thoughtless silence.
Oh but oh. Last night I slept. I didn't get to see or sing the fifth dimension or any other songs. Because I slept last night. I nearly got to sing some Mama's and Papa's when a mid nocturne coughing fit brought up some of the evenings repast and only by choking awake did I get to awake at all.
Chuck Pace © 2008