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CATCH A FALLING STAR

 19 November 2002

How badly do I want to see the Leonid meteor shower tonight?  Or more accurately, tomorrow morning.

 They say the best viewing will be between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. and I know the perfect place—I ride out into the country on my bike and when you get out far enough, it’s all open air, few trees, and it would be an excellent place to watch all those pieces of cosmic garbage flying through the air.

 It’s the last time we’ll get the chance until 2090, they say—and I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan to be around here that long.

 The first time I ever saw a meteor shower was when I was in college (that brief flicker of time in my life).  A group of us had gone to Yosemite and I don’t know exactly where we were, but somewhere up high with no trees, no mountains, no nothing between us and the stars and it was the most spectacular display I’ve ever seen.

 I remember telling Jeri about it when she was little and she always wanted me to take her to “the falling star place.”

 We did take the kids out to watch meteor showers here in Davis.   They weren’t particularly spectacular--the lights from town blocked all but the brightest ones from being visible, but it was kind of a comfy family thing to do, huddled out there in the cold (why can’t those meteor showers occur in the daytime when it’s warm, for heaven’s sake!), resting up against the hood of the car, all eyes heavenward watching for falling stars.

 As an entertainment activity, it couldn’t quite compete with Speed Racer or the Brady Bunch, but we did manage to see a few falling stars.

 So I’m very tempted to either drive out or ride out onto the dark country road and find my new falling star place.

 The problem with this is that I have been awake since 1 a.m.   Don’t ask me what I was doing awake at 1 a.m.  In preparation for tomorrow’s weigh-in, I really packed in the water yesterday to flush the system and…well…nature took its course and I made a lot of middle-of-the-night trips to the bathroom.  I guess by 1 a.m. my body just figured it was morning and decided not to go back to sleep.

 I watched TV for awhile—an old episode of The Practice which I’d seen a couple of times before—and finally realized that I really wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, so I did the logical thing, wrapped up in warm clothes, and sat here  at the computer transcribing until 5 a.m. when I dragged myself out into the freezing air to do the bike ride with Cindy.

 It was a good thing to do, though.  I finished everything.  Everything.  Did you hear that?   EVERYTHING.  There is, for this one, blissful moment, absolutely nothing in my in-box to type.  In fact, the psychiatrist hasn’t even picked up the work I put out for him around 3 a.m., which means he probably won’t be dropping off any little surprises before he goes home to bed.  Free and clear until tomorrow.

 What’s more, Dr. G leaves for a 3 week vacation at 6 a.m. tomorrow, which means that there will be little work at the office, and no transcription (after I finish the tape he was recording as I left tonight).  I might actually—be still my heart—be able to catch up on sleep.

 It would be lovely to get my days back to normal again.  You know—sleep at night and wake in the daytime?  Instead of staggering to a chair and falling asleep at 8 p.m. and then be wide awake when everyone else is just about going to sleep.

 But if I decide to see the Leonid shower, I’ll have to either stay awake until 1 (which will mean I’ve been up 24 hrs), or GET up before 5 a.m. (much more likely).  And then….do I ride out on my bike alone, in the freezing air, without Cindy to goad me into it, or do I drive?

 Maybe this is too difficult a decision to make.  Maybe I should just watch the news report on TV tomorrow.

Quote of the Day

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. 
(I like that one!)

~Inspired by an Eskimo Lengend

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