Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

 Doing my little grocery shopping.  I notice the great music playing.  Often for me music can be too loud or a type that makes me nervous when I shop.  This store always has great tunes and at a good volume for us 55 and ups.  I'm eager to get our healthy nosh.  The first song I hear is "I am a rock" by Simon and Garfunkel.  This kind of pumps me up for some good choices I will make and no, not just kale.  Boom!  Droppin' the romaine into the cart.  Bam!  There's a canteloupe...gently placed on my TJ tote bag.  Woo hoo.  I'm nailing this shopping thing., 

Brandy, you're a fine girl...by Looking Glass is playing.  One has to sing that out loud...his love was the ocean...so I must go get some salmon or some fish sticks (hah).  There's a port on a western bay...

You're a fine girl...wooo hoo.  Still doing well on my food choices.

As I start looking at the ice cream, the song Don't Fear the Reaper comes on.  I quickly cross the aisle to look at the zero calorie ice drinks.  That was close.

I scoot along and head over the cheese section where I really shouldn't be allowed to go.   "Don't stop 'til you get enough" by the MJ starts playing.  I laugh and grab a parmesan triangle anyway...okay and some goat cheese.  I may have also grabbed some provolone, you know for a healthy sandwich.  Another thing is, that saying provalone is kind of fun.

The songs of the 70's are one of my favorites and holy moly...a song from Grease just popped on.  You're the one that I want.  I say Ooh OOH OOH and pass by the crackers and cookies.  Nope.  Not today.

What I need, set me free....woo hoo hoo.  Good job me.

I hear Scarborough Fair play next and I saunter over to get some spices...particularly rosemary.  

The shopping trip is a success even though they say not to shop when you're hungry.  I go past the frozen aisle of plant based burgers and some stuff I shouldn't even look at.  Like frozen burritos and such.  I make it to the checkout and think about why they make carts for taller folks and  reach down to get my goods.  My mostly great choices of nourishing food.   Fudge! (no I didn't get any of that).  I keep thinking of that blue package of frozen chimichangas.  Oh my...what in the world?  I've never even made one in my life, but the frozen ones seem to be...I walk 30 feet back to the freezer and Hello Darkness, my old friend...(Simon and G again) comes on over the music airways. I resist and walk back to my checkout section.  What a great song...ugh...I repeat walking motion toward this bright blue package.  It's like my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night...and then...

the sound of.... (me putting it on the counter)

The vision that was planted in my brain, still remains.  I will have a frozen chimichanga later.  

I rationalize that I won't over do it.  Just a frozen one now and then and no cheese.  What a fool believes.... :)

Dream Machine

Eight months ago I had a sleep study done.  It was performed at home with myself as the coordinator.  Probably very ineffecient but nonetheless.  CVirus going around, so opted not to go into the sleep clinic.  Cameras, no thank you.  How can you NOT think about cameras on you while you doze?  That can't be accurate either.  (enter sarcasm).

So I was diagnosed (ew, that's a strong word), with mild sleep apnea.  As I want the best for my health (minus nachos at the theater and an occasional glass of cab), I oblige with the recommendation of the CPAP machine.  The "dream machine" I call it.  I also call it some other names, but yeah, anyway... It keeps you from having moments of no breathing while you sleep.   Well, that's a good thing.   Helps you get quality sleep like one is supposed to.  It  helps with daytime fatigue, less pains if one has fibromyalgia and also will make you better at abstract painting and not guaranteed, but possible more poetic.

It's taken some time to get used to.  I first felt like 

had a ball and chain around my head.  How can I turn on my side? How can I bury my face into my "my pillow?" I've gone through several types of masks.  The machine has a tube and it blows air of a specific humidity and goes right up to your nose.  Oh, and try not to open you mouth.  That one was a toughie.  

I have gone from various types of nose attachments or under attachments face pieces.  Pillows, full face, and now I am trying the "wisp".  That sounds so dainty. The wisp just goes over your nose. Your whole nose. It's just plain weird.   In our bedroom, we have blackout curtains, a super comfy bed, and it's quite zenned out and now I must place this plastic nose piece attached to a 4 foot hose, hooked to a machine?  It kind of felt like a life sentence at first.  

Fast forward. Now, I'm getting much better sleep and although I don't look forward to getting hooked up before my zzzzz's, I do anyway.  

This "wisp" will play with your obsessive  mind.  Is it like a greenhouse?  Will it make my nose grow?

I keep looking at my nose and I'm feeling that it has grown. Maybe it was just it's time to grow.  Hah!!

I will stop looking at my nose.  I will stop thinking about it.  Many great poets and abstract painters have large noses.

...to be continued