Lately I have been wondering about sleep and about fitful sleep and about my brain racing at 2:14 a.m., likely caused by something I am worrying about.
I have sort of come to grips with the reality of feeling euphoric, as I did this morning, when I realize I have slept for over five hours without getting up to pee. But there were a couple nights this past week where I was up four times in one night.
Go figure.
I don't have a control group to test, but we were traveling and we slept in two different hotel rooms, and both offered queen beds... reminding me that I have become spoiled by our king bed. One benefit of that extra space is that I can twist and turn without banging into poor Kathleen during one of those fitful episodes.
I can definitely trace some causes of my uneasy sleep. For instance, we drove to Palisade on Sunday, did a bit of wine-tasting on Monday. We were a bit disappointed by the quality of the wines and even more so by the exorbitant prices of the tastings. We were delighted by the olive oil and perfectly baked french bread at one winery. The little things.
But there was a nagging noise coming from somewhere in the front of the Camry and it seemed to be getting worse. It only happened when I was turning left and usually at a rather slow speed. I started imagining all sorts of causes, with the most dangerous being brakes failing or an axel about to drop off.
My innate laziness repressed my worries for a time, but I eventually surrendered to common sense and looked up Toyota repair shops in the Grand Junction area. I called the nearest at about 4 p.m. Monday and he said he was too busy to see me, but recommended Big O tire in downtown Grand Junction, about 20 minutes away. I called them and they booked me for 9 a.m. on Tuesday.
Our plan was to drive two and half hours to Telluride for our final stop on this Western Slope mini-vacation, and I worried out loud that we might be needing to change our plans, perhaps spending days in Grand Junction. I imagined giant repair bills and even mentioned that maybe the 2010 vehicle that still is under 53K in mileage might need to be replaced.
All those weird worries did not lead to a great night, but I felt like I had at least made a positive decision and we arrived at Big O without incident Tuesday morning. The mechanic put the car up on a rack and eventually came back to the waiting room holding a mangled piece of rubber (or something like that). He said it was some sort of splash guard or the like... actually, he wasn't sure what the heck it was.
But it had broken and could move enough that it would rub the right front tire during turns, producing the noise. He simply broke it off (unscrewed a bolt?). I asked what I owed Big O for this discovery, which took some time to produce. The owner refused payment.
Small town America, right?
The noise was gone as was a lump of worry from my gut and head. My worrying was pointless unless we consider that without it I might still be hearing that noise and wondering if the next mile of driving would be my last. Telluride was beautiful, by the way.
There are auditions this morning for my latest readers theater show, a romcom that takes place in a mythical high school that features parts of the plot of Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing," but with two teachers taking the Benedick and Beatrice parts. I need precisely 15 players and am planning for two shows, with two casts... so 30 total (really 28 is ideal since I have two people who will be in both shows).
I have been worrying off and on for weeks about multiple possibilities, mostly what to do if 60 folks showed up. How would I deal with telling 30 people "no"?
We use a Signup Genius app to schedule auditions and there are now 27 people registered to do some quick readings from the script at 10:30. In other words, we should be in great shape and everyone will get something fun to read.
Or... ten people who neglected to sign up for auditions will just show up at St. Luke's in about 90 minutes, creating a mini-crisis for me to deal with.
That's the thing about worries... they often lead to more worries. But my hope is that eventually I become mature enough to let go of things I can't control and "know" that I will work out some solution.
I was thinking that I might call that mechanic at Big O for some advice about the casting.
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