middle of the night

PLOP

by grace on September 5, 2016

that is the sound of my phone, hitting the water.

and there it went, gently bobbing out of sight, down into the murky depths of lake springfield.

oh boy.

it’s been an iffy, not so great, a little bit terrible, nerve-wracking kind of week, for a whole bunch of reasons.

last night i’d planned to have bev and toun and mom over for pizza and a boat ride.

i kept thinking of cancelling, because there are way way way to many things i need to do this week, and it just hasn’t been happening so great.  but i decided i deserved a little fun, so i went ahead with my plans.

the pizza part went fine, because bev picked up the pizzas for us on her way here.  dinner on the deck was good, except for the mosquitoes that tried to suck all the blood out of our bodies.

kevin didn’t want to go on the boat with us, so the rest of us toddled down to the water.

because it’s labor day weekend there were lots and lots of boats out, making good-sized waves.  we sat in the boat, mom lowered the motor, and i started untying the lines.

but then the boat didn’t start.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  after a summer with no boat, and only about three boat rides at most since we got out boat back, now it wasn’t working again.

i called kevin, who went to get the battery charger, and i suggested that we sit at the dock because the boat was bouncing all around.  but everybody thought it was fun, kind of like we were on a boat ride even though we weren’t.

i decided to re-tie all the lines so the boat wouldn’t smack into the dock.  i managed to get one side tied, then walked to the other side.

and reached over to get the boat line, and….plop.

my bright pink ultra-waterproof case quickly disappeared out of sight.

by this time kevin was there – i think he was actually testing the battery at this point – and i said, “i have to get it.”  and i jumped in.

i do have to say the water was quite refreshing, but of course there were those giant waves.

everything was murky after that, mostly the dark lake water.

at first i was too nervous to try to touch the bottom, and a little nervous that the boat was going to crush me because it was rocking all around.  but toun and bev hung onto the other side of the boat so it wouldn’t go anywhere –  kevin had re-tied it closer to the dock, so there wasn’t so much risk of me dying from being crushed.

kevin went up to the house and got the peach-picker pole, thinking he could fish it out, but that didn’t work.  but i grabbed onto the pole which he was holding onto, and used it to guide me down.  i kept dunking down, swooshing my feet back and forth on the muddy lake bottom, trying to find the phone.

i got a little more brave and started diving down, now feeling the bottom with my hands, sweeping back and forth.  a couple of times i thought i found it, but it was just rocks.

kevin ran up to the house again, this time for goggles.  the only pair he could find had a wrecked strap, so he tried tying a string around it.  i attempted to use them, but of course that didn’t work.  he then gave me his diving mask, and after a little confusion on my part about how to get it on, bobbing there in the water, i started diving down again wearing it.  he’d also brought down a waterproof flashlight.

i did feel more confident for some reason, having those goggles and being able to open my eyes, but of course i couldn’t see a thing because the water is too muddy plus it was starting to get dark outside.

we had mom call my phone a few times, thinking that maybe we’d see the light under the water.  nope.  i do recall that she left me a message, something like “i’m sure you’ll find your phone.”

and like i said, it was all kind of a blur, and all i know is that i spent a long time bobbing in and out of the water.  at one point i remember that mom rattled off all this stuff kevin was out getting for me – the goggles and the flashlight and all – and i asked her how she possibly knew all this.  she said she’d called him, of course.  since i’d been mostly underwater, i’d missed all of that.

i finally gave up.  i’d hit my head against the dock pole once, and one time when i was down there i panicked because i’d been down longer and was pretty sure i was going to run out of air.

i swam away from the dock, and it was quite pleasant, swimming in the dark.  by this time the many boats had left, so the water was pretty calm.  i climbed out, and they said i’d been at it for an hour.

good grief.

kevin had a towel ready for me.  it was still quite warm outside, so i wasn’t cold, but very waterlogged, and i was happy that he continued to be so thoughtful and kind.

we trudged back up to the house and toun declared it was the funnest boat ride she’d had. at least somebody enjoyed themselves.

after i showered, i got very weepy because of losing all that stuff on my phone.  i have lots of little lists on it – projects i’ve wanted to do over the summer, plans for next summer gardening, lists of what we did on some trip, lists of books and movies i wanted to see – all kinds of stuff.

because of some phone issue, i’m pretty sure i won’t be able to retrieve any of that because i don’t think it’s all stored somewhere up there in the intangible icloud.

at least i recently backed up my many photos.

i won’t have the last video i took of mollie on my phone anymore.

and of course there are all those contacts – i basically won’t be able to call more than about three people now.  not that i call many more people than that, but i bet i’ll miss having that ability.

ironically, this week as i’ve been trying to de-clutter, i found a notebook that i wanted to use, and saw the list of all the phone numbers i’d written down when i switched cell phone companies.  it was a huge pain, and a lot of numbers, but it was the only way to do it. i threw those pages in our giant-sized recycling bin.

so that’s another fun thing i get to do today, empty out the almost-full bin and try to find those pages.

things seem kind of bleak, here at 4:30 in the morning.  i woke up at three and realized i wasn’t going to be getting right back to sleep anytime soon.

in the morning, after i’ve hopefully gone back to bed and slept a little, i’ll start my day by jumping in the water and trying again.  but not for an hour, because the odds of the phone actually working after being at the bottom of the lake seem pretty slim. it’s an ultra-waterproof case, like i said, but still…

plus i feel that the odds of finding it are also pretty slight.

kevin talked about the emergency diving people, but i said they probably just rescue people.  kevin said that maybe they’d be happy to do it, for the experience.

maybe when i wake up he’ll already have called them, and they’ll already be here finding my phone.

and then there all the other things that i have to do – we’re having a garage sale next weekend, which has been looming over my head.  there are many, many, many tubs of things that have to be gone through and sorted and priced.  signs to make.  stuff do do.

ugh.

i really, really need to get back to sleep now.

i hope your labor day weekend is going more smoothly than mine.

ok then,

mrs. still kind of waterlogged-feeling hughes.

 

 

 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!

by grace on February 26, 2016

even though i know she won’t read this because she doesn’t feel like opening her computer.

but i’m sitting here at 3:55 in the morning; i woke up about 2:30 and i can’t believe it’s almost four.  the cats were eating then fighting, so i separated them and now chester is meowing sadly at me, because he’s always so lonely in the middle of the night and why aren’t i paying some attention to him?  although if i get up and pet him he’ll definitely nip at me.

boy, i wish i was still in bed, sleeping soundly, or at least sleeping.

we’re having a celebration tonight, and i got up and re-wrote the things i have to do today, and it really doesn’t seem so bad, but of course these things always take one million times longer than i anticipate, and i guess i should just go ahead and resign myself to never learning this lesson.  this time i even wrote myself a schedule for the week, but then of course i slacked off on things because the list didn’t seem so big and now here i am, four in the morning, feeling like i should be doing stuff right now to get ready.

oh brother.

her friend wanda and i are taking mom to florida next wednesday, and for once i can actually share a trip with you beforehand because kevin will be here guarding the house.  and the kitties.  the kitties will also be guarding, is what i meant – whenever the doorbell rings or somebody even pulls up in the driveway, chester always growls in a very threatening manner.

yesterday morning, instead of accomplishing things, i felt the need to put all the clothes i’m thinking about taking on the bed.

time management, not one of my strong suits.  later in the day when i saw this huge mound of clothes, i then set them all in the chair.  so, well done me.  very productive.

florida will be nice and warm, and hopefully the air b&b we’re renting will be at least somewhat close to the photos, which look great, with a pool in the back.

i’m bringing two bathing suits.  and my new waterproof mp3 player, which isn’t really so new because kevin gave it to me last christmas and it sat on the hearth for a year and when i finally used it i realized it’s the best thing ever.

please please please go to sleep now.  i also feel like i’m starting to get a cold again; i got one in NYC and i know that at this rate i’ll never get photos from that trip posted even though there are some unique things we did there.  so i really shouldn’t be getting another cold and maybe when i go back to sleep i’ll wake up and feel great.

so that’s my plan now.

ok ok ok,

mrs. hughes in the middle of the night.

 

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uh oh! or, no good deed goes unpunished…

by grace on August 3, 2014

a half an hour ago, at his usual time of 4:30 a.m., chester marched into the bedroom and started his plaintive meowing.  i tried to ignore him, deciding that i wasn’t going to succumb to his sorrowful cries, but i finally staggered out of bed and shut the door so he couldn’t come back in.

but then…my forearm was itching.  i’ve been getting so many mosquito bites lately that my friend bev would be in a state of extreme panic at the threat of west nile virus, but as i itched my arm i realized that this definitely wasn’t a measly little mosquito bite.

poison ivy, and lots of it.  uh oh.  last night at dinner i was bragging about how i’d escaped the poison ivy, even though i’d been standing on the edge of a gigantic crop of it.  and then, picking up poor scared roxie…

luckily, i had just asked for my cream of prescription-strength poison ivy cream from randy – i lent it to him a few weeks ago because he thought he had poison ivy, but i don’t think it was.  it expired in march 2013, but i have every confidence that it will still be effective.

if not, things won’t be pretty around here for a while.

and now, as i sit here in the dark (and for some reason chester continues to wail even though he’s been fed plus i’m here with him and he’s not alone so he needs to just calm down already) waiting for the cream to dry so i can go back to sleep, i just hope that more poison ivy won’t show up.  because i picked up roxie and carried her, and of course i was wearing a sleeveless exercise shirt, my favorite one with the bright birds and flowers on it, so the poison could easily pop out all over my upper arm, too.

and for that matter, it could show up in a whole bunch of other places…i vigorously scrubbed all over with the tecnu poison ivy wash on thursday night, but you’re supposed to scrub for 2 whole minutes, and then rinse and repeat.  and i didn’t have a clock in the shower, so i kept counting “one mississippi, two mississippi,” because i was pretty sure that was an accurate count of the seconds.

but since i had to do this over and over, on my arms, on my legs, on my whole body, i didn’t make it all the way to “a hundred and twenty mississippi.”

patience is a virtue that i don’t have enough of.

someday i would like to make it through a summer without getting poison ivy.

of course, if i hadn’t picked up the dog who had been burrowed in the poison ivy patch, i wouldn’t have it.

but i don’t regret it for a minute.

boy, i’m tired right now.  i guess i could just stay up for an hour or less, however long it take for the sun to rise, because i’m sure it’ll be beautiful.

the sunrise is a spectacular thing, but i really wish it came a little later in the day.

good night.

mrs. itchy hughes.

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it seemed like a good idea at the time…

by grace on August 13, 2013

i woke up about 2:15 or so, and i was just lying there, itching my thousands of new mosquito bites on my legs, and i finally decided to get up.

now i feel this probably wasn’t the best idea in the world.  but on the other hand, i’d just by lying there itching if i was still in bed, so at least i’m getting something done?

nobody has asked me yet for a bio for the show, and i’m assuming they’ll do that since we open in less than two weeks.  so i decided to write one, and it made me think of dad, so now i’m sad.  plus, of course, sad about mollie cause she just didn’t have a good day.  i mean, she did eat some dinner and she did want lots of treats, but then she really didn’t want the ones i was trying to give her.

and then of course i stepped on her in the dark trying to make it outta the bedroom just now.

it’s pretty much a miracle that i haven’t injured myself at all today, although i guess technically that was all yesterday.  it was a day of heightened klutziness, most notably at the theater – i went to rehearsal and sat in the back row on the main floor and i had brought a HUGE covered cup of water that was filled to the tippy top, and of course i managed to kick it over and it all went pouring out in this big river of water and ice, all the way down to the first row of seats, finally stopping at the edge of the stage.

good grief.  i ran to the bathroom to get lots of paper towels, and other people busily helped me mop up the gallons of water, and some young guy even had a mop that he used to get most of it up.  because i’m just in the one number, i don’t even know if this guy is actually in the show, or just works at the hoogland, or was just passing by…

and then, tonight when i got home, it was before dark, i was dismayed to hear from kevin that both lester and chester had escaped.  they snuck right out the front door while he was watching TV, because the door hadn’t completely latched when winnie went out.  kevin said he heard the door open and thought it was me, and then realized they’d made their escape.  but at that point it was raining, and he said they were just sitting on the porch watching the rain.

but when i got home the rain had pretty much stopped, and i decided i’d better go find les before it got totally dark.  i put on my trail running shoes and got the giant flashlight, and was happy that chester had already decided he’d had enough outside.

when i opened the door, though, there was lester!  i was very happy, and he walked towards me, but then i tried to grab him and he dashed off.  i almost got his tail, and then i lurched forward and started to fall head-first into a plant on a stand, and if i hadn’t managed to stop the fall i’d have crashed right down onto the concrete floor.  it wouldn’t have been pretty.

and now it’s going to be four a.m. before i know it, and i just want to be sleepy and fall back asleep and sleep the rest of the night.

kevin took this picture of les, and it’s funny that he looks like a tiny skinny little guy, instead of the huge kitty who is sitting in the chair looking at me right now.

usually everybody but winnie likes to be where we are.

chester licked les and it didn’t end up in a big crazy biting chasing kind of thing, which is what usually happens.  maybe they were being nice and didn’t wanna disturb our sleeping dog.

because we have new cushions for the outdoor chairs, kevin put a couple of the old cushions on the floor for chester. in additiion to the cushions that are up on the table out here on the screened porch.  no, of course they’re not spoiled in any way.

ok,, i’m gonna pick up les now and we’ll try to get back to sleep.

whew.

mrs. tired early tuesday morning hughes.

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reeeeeally early wednesday morning…

June 5, 2013

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here in the middle of the night

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the good news is…

December 21, 2012

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3 a.m.

November 14, 2011

i’m not actually writing this at three a.m., but it kind of feels like it, except it’s not dark.  it’s a little after eight – at 7:30, some cat kept marching into the bedroom with one big MEOW, and then marching back out.  this happened over and over – i thought it was lester, who […]

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UP ALL NIGHT…with mollie

February 22, 2011

we went out to dinner with janice and gerrick last night, gone a couple of hours.  when we got home, mollie was, as always, eager and happy to see us.  she’d managed to unscrew the top off her big dry dog food container, but hadn’t gotten any food out.  because kevin added a lock to […]

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