With the two and one-half hours of sleep I got last night, I was destined to fall asleep in my chair shortly after 5 o’clock this morning. I was waiting for the coffee to make, but decided to move to the couch and stretch out. I woke up about 9 o’clock. There is just nothing like having to sleep when the body gets good and ready. This kind of night is happening too often anymore; But I refuse to take any kind of sleeping pills. I will take my sleep when it comes to me, although I miss the “all at once” nights sleep like I enjoyed for years. I am told that everyone in life goes through a second childhood. First childhood stages starts with a body growing process, with learning abilities, and developing muscles day by day. When the body reaches a certain growth stage the brain has also matured to a point where it says, now you must work for your bread. This time period last for a better part of our life. Finally the body begins to wear out, and since the brain is part of it, it also starts to default. Unlike the healthy, growing young child, the older child comes back to us with unhealthy, organs, and weakening muscles. The mind starts to think like the younger child thought. All of this is partly good, since we no longer have to work for our bread. But the bad part is just like the younger child’s mind, who thinks they know more than they do, the same dominates the older child we now are. This is where the theory of, “a second childhood,” comes from. This certainly does sound like a person in their second childhood. I must be in that very first stage of a babies life, since I don’t want to sleep all night. I knew of a lady who at ninety six years old still lived in her country home alone. She finally had to give in and move to town with some help. A short time before her death she moved into the nursing home, and like the others, learned how to be dependent. A first childhood trait that she never liked. I hope I can be as long about denying my second childhood as this lady was. Although not as sharp as once was, and maybe not as fast on foot as used to be, this lady died with everything still operating fairly well. God bless her merry soul.
I am 84. I got up at 3:30 a.m. this morning. I made coffee and got some news before I took another nap. I skipped breakfast, because I was waiting to eat some bar-b-q ribs I had marinated all night. I put on a pot of beans, and made potato salad. Then I pealed some home-grown apples, and made a big juicy pie. I read all my face book friend’s postings, and am now writing my blog. I forgot to mention at 4 o’clock this morning I was reconciling my bank statement. That took awhile since I had skipped it for a few days. I won’t be doing that again any ways soon. I am planning to go out after I post this blog and remove the screen from my kitchen window and clean the glass. I am determined to be careful when I climb the ladder. I am slower in getting things done, but I finally do follow through.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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