Good Morning, Moonshine

 I open one eye and read the yellow-tinted clock – the one I’ve wanted to move away from my night table for years, but never do.

 1:45 a.m.

 I sigh and open the other eye. Really? Because right now my sight is rather blurry. Maybe the clock says 9:05. Ah, that would be bliss, to have slept through the night, an unlikely occurrence for most women over the age of, well, over that age.

 When I think about it (and really, I might as well think now, because it’s unlikely I’ll get back to sleep), we women have a bum rap. Finally, when we’re over that certain age – too old to have babies screaming for a bottle or teenagers breaking a midnight curfew – so we can finally sleep undisturbed, our bodies won’t let us!

Just another example of why God must not be a woman.

I laugh at my idiotic mutterings. However, as I listen to my husband snore softly next to me, having absolutely no problem with sleep, I wonder if I’m not so crazy after all.

I stare out the window and close my eyes. 100  99   98   97

       “Cheep! Cheep cheep!”

My eyes snap open. Birds? At a quarter to two in the morning?

          “Tweet cheep chirp chirp chirp!”

An entire melody. Impossible. Isn’t it? I always thought that birds woke up with the sun. So what’s the singing about?

I rise from the bed as husband rolls over, comfortable as a dog; in fact, I almost stumble over our golden, who is flat on his back on the floor by my side of the bed, legs open wide, eyes closed, mouth in a wide grin. Men! They are blessed, I mumble.

But then I realize that it’s light enough so that I can see the dog’s happy torpor. Maybe the clock is broken, and I’ve slept six full hours to wake with the rising sun. Yippee! I race to the window and gape.

 A spectacularly bright half moon gleams back at me, as pleased as the slumbering dog. Huh, so the moon is male too! And the moon is so bright, the birds got confused and woke up and began to sing their version of “Good Morning Starshine, The Earth is Alive!”

I stumble toward the kitchen and the oven clock. 2:03.  Drat.

I pause, wondering what to do now. Warm up some milk? Munch on a cookie? I open up the cookie tin and pick up a chocolate chip bar made earlier in the day. As I stand on one leg, then the other (working on my yoga balance), I stare at the refrigerator door, full of family pictures made into magnets. Our kids, grandkids, friends, all smiling out at me. Thank goodness we never bought one of those ‘new’ silver steel fridges. If we’d gone modern, we’d never be able to slap our life onto the front of it.

I bite on another chunck of the sweet gooey bar as I peruse the photo of our sweet grandson. There’s a picture of him as an infant. Just a few days ago I’d spent a couple of hours playing with the 1-year-old. As I left to return home, the toddler wrapped his arms around my neck and opened his mouth wide, like a fish, and pressed it against my mouth – his kiss goodbye. God, I’d melted like ice on hot tar.

Now I tiptoe back to the moon-infused bedroom, dog unmoved, husband still in dreamland, bed inviting me to join them in mindless slumber.

What the heck, I’ll try.

Good morning starshine
The earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below

Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song   (by Oliver, in Hair)

13 thoughts on “Good Morning, Moonshine

  1. Beautiful, Pam! This sounds just like too many nights I’ve had. We are the same age, I think. I now take Advil or Tylenol PM to help with all the aches and pains to help me sleep occasionally.

  2. When I can’t sleep, more and more often, I hear from other friends in the same boat!! I keep hearing it’s our age, but that’s not helping me when I wake up to the alarm, and feel exhausted at the beginning of my day!! I envy those who can take a quick nap, wake up and feel refreshed!! I guess we’ll have to keep trying…. let me know if you find a good fix!

  3. you could have called me I was up! this is my life. husband is always saying ‘don’t stay up all night rhonda’ and i just smile until he’s out of the room and say…well let’s just say it’s not sleep well darling!

  4. Guess what? Your crescent moon and sky is beautiful, Pamela and reminds me of mine here in Ohio. Thanks for this special post. Seeing the moon and the night sky full of stars brings me peace of mind. Realizing there is more than I who is still awake, pondering or worrying helps, too.
    “Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight someone is out there thinking of me . . . ” This song makes me smile. Ironically and happily, this song was my ex-husband’s dance song he chose for he and his wife to dance to. Really makes me smile, since he was my best friend but not my soul mate. She and I are grandmas of the same darling grandies. She’s Mimi and I am Nana. 🙂

    • Wow – YOU are a wonder and a beauty, inside and out. To stay friends your ex, and to bless him with that “Moon” song for his wedding to “Mimi” with a smile and acceptance. Wow – that says multitudes about your inner core. ❤

      • My childhood and most of my growing up years were able to sustain my hills and valleys I came upon later, Pam.
        I like to call it “my loving foundation,” which was like a bank full of Love. It contributed to what you called “my inner core.” We gather the children and grandies for holidays and birthdays. It really is fun, sometimes I tease Mimi and say, “Better you than me,” when my ex says an off the wall comment or makes a silly mistake, “He’s yours now” while I shake my head.
        I had an ex who had an affair (not this ex) and I see the “other woman” all the time. We had to work in the same nursing home for nearly five years. My kids knew about the affair and also knew her kids! We hug each other when we see each other. I am not sure why but we both are relieved we got free from him. Just saw her a week ago, her grandchildren now go to school with mine! Lol

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