Well Miggy has one commemorating his Triple Crown victory last year. JV and Prince have their own. Some of the Red Wings have ‘em too, and now that our Lions whooped the Patriots 40-9 last night, perhaps we should make a fast batch of Lions bobbleheads. Why am I talking about bobbleheads? Well, today was a long day. My boss was out of the office until 2:00 p.m. and I decided to finish up my grocery shopping for the Winter – yes, the Winter. I have been laying in pantry provisions for the Winter ahead, like a little squirrel stocking up on nuts. At least I don’t have to remember where I put my grub like the hapless squirrel who stuffs and stashes his treats all over the yard and then digs up half the garden or grass to find them. Oops. Oh, another oops. I wish he’d use Post-it notes like that ad suggests. As for me, all the canned items have been on sale the past three weeks, so I have stocked up and replenished my shelves so I only need to go shopping for fresh produce/dairy/bread items weekly; and even that is such a small amount that it is portable in a schlep bag if need be. But the poor car does need a run from time to time so out we went this morning, even if I am still determined to beat the car’s miles driven versus my own miles walked in the year 2013. At present, the car is still 56 miles ahead of me in this horse race.
Thus, I did not want to miss a walking day, so I laced up my walking shoes and hooked on my pedometer and left for Meijer. I walked four complete laps of the perimeter of the entire store (1 ½ miles) before I started shopping, then did my grocery shopping (3/4s mile), then toted it all to the end of the parking lot and finally inside the house (1/2 mile). Why can’t we just take a pill that contains all our nutritional needs instead of eating? It would be alot less bother when you think of it – no lists, shopping, shelving, preparing meals and washing dishes. Someone should get on that bandwagon and they’d be a millionaire. I got everything put away and Buddy up and finally made it to my computer by 1:45 p.m., my first time to sit down since the crack of dawn. I had a busy day at work and my boss and I signed off at 6:30 p.m. I shut down my computer to have dinner and relax a bit, then a return rendezvous to work on Robb’s chart and to write today’s blog post.
Well I relaxed all right. I turned on the radio to catch up with the news and found my eyes getting heavier … and heavier … I just couldn’t keep my eyes open and so I gave in and shut them for just a minute. That minute became 20 minutes and my head jerked down and startled me like that horrible falling feeling you get sometimes right after you drop off to asleep. I hate that feeling! I sat up straight with my back pressed against the chair back, and within a few minutes the bobblehead syndrome was happening again … my head was bopping and dropping and soon my chin was resting on my collarbone. My head felt like it was two times bigger than it should be – it just felt so heavy. I gave in and decided to have a little power nap. Next thing I heard Buddy, who realized he was essentially alone in the kitchen since I was not talking to him or complimenting him on his singing, nor did he hear me pecking away on the keyboard and he started singing very loudly. I mean really loud! It worked – I heard him and straightened up, sat up ramrod straight and thought I was awake … pretty soon my head snapped BACKWARD this time. Yikes!!!!! I was sure I sustained a major whiplash injury – I felt like my head fell off my neck and rolled backward onto the floor. Feeling ridiculous and somewhat like I had auditioned for Linda Blair’s role in “The Exorcist”, I then stood up and went for a little stroll around the house and sat back down again. My head and neck felt like they were jammed onto a big spring, all wobbly like a bobblehead doll.
I rode the bus for over three decades and I cannot tell you how often people would fall asleep on the bus – their head would bounce up and down, loll over to one side and pretty soon their body would just kind of meld against yours. They’d startle themselves at the body contact and wake up to find their head resting on your shoulder or worse yet, in the crook of your arm. They’d give you one of those deer-in-the-headlights stares, turn red-faced and make their apologies. It didn’t happen anymore on that trip (probably because they were pinching their arm or doing something to keep from involuntarily falling asleep and making another huge faux pas).
Remembering back to the good old days … oh, about ten years or so ago, I can recall power shopping at the mall all day, coming home and trying on everything I bought plus shoes and accessories and still being full of energy … perhaps I had a little shopper’s high going on. Are the years catching up with me? It leaves me a tad wistful but whimsical enough to offer a variation on ol’ Ben Franklin’s advice:
Early to bed and early to rise, makes a (wo)man healthy, wealthy but still TIRED.