Sunday, May 17, 2015
What Do You Do When You Can't Sleep?
Living with a person that has a mental illness that they won't acknowledge...won't take meds...and generally does not think clearly because of it is difficult.
It's like being on a roller coaster ride. That's him in the front seat....I'm like Lucy at the end.
Anyway, that's not what this post is really about. I've just realized that my blog is really a big part of my journaling and I find a serenity in posting.
The dogs usually wake me up at around 2 AM to go outside. I'm not sure if they really need to GO, or if they know there is a critter in the back yard that needs a good scare. (Probably the black cat that lives next door). Of course Tyson comes to MY side of the bed and puts his head on the mattress and stares me awake. Every once in a while he breathes hard and dog boogies land on my face.That WAKES ME UP! Back to bed I go, laying there listening to the frog that loves to sit on the window sill and croak; listening to the trains howl their horns as they pass through every intersection in the town. No lie, at night there is another train almost immediately after one passes. We live about one mile from the railroad yards. Then there are the kids across the street that come and go at all hours with their 4 wheel drive jacked up, exhaust tricked out truck. I'm going to look into that because I am told drug dealers come and go like that because they deliver drugs...the buyers don't come to their house anymore. He comes back pretty quickly so I suspect if that is what is going on, they are meeting at the local Walmart one mile in the other direction from the train tracks.
So anyway, that is what keeps me awake while my mind races to remember all kinds of things and wonder how to do all kinds of things. I'm currently working on embroidering quilt blocks that have a pretty elaborate pattern. VERY NEW TO ME. So I am keeping it simple and stem stitching the outline only. On dark brown fabric. My method of transferring the pattern by tracing with white chalk pencil didn't work too well. So since I couldn't sleep, it seemed like an internet search was in order. I read an awful lot of posts about different processes.
This is what I chose. Print the pattern using my printer. Place the pattern over a piece of transfer paper that is sold in the art department (not the waxy stuff that can be used in sewing). TA DA...pattern transferred perfectly.
I am so glad someone invented the internet. Information found, but I still couldn't go back to sleep. As soon as I got in bed and got comfortable....there was Tyson staring at me again......