December 25, 2012
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Sleepy Day For Me
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
Last night I admit I was up. I think it was around 1:30 or 2am before Bratfink and I called it a night. We said our good nights to each other and signed off. Before that, Baron had come to my computer room twice to go out. He never wakes up the Beast but he usually knows I am awake…most of the time. However, last night, when I was sound asleep, he woke me up. Not once but TWICE. That’s unusual but…as we were walking to the back door….I knew he was having a real problem. He was incredibly gassy and I almost gagged.
When I let him out, he RAN down the stairs. He wasn’t gone for very long (but long enough, I hoped). When he came in, he walked slowly back to his bed and plopped down. I went back to bed and, surprisingly, fell asleep fairly fast. But, a while later (I have no idea how long it was), he was back to waking me up and was farting up a storm. This time he was outside longer and I wanted nothing more than to get back to bed. He finally came to the door and I let him in. He went back to his bad and so did I. I couldn’t go back to sleep right away this time. I lay there for long enough to finally turn on the TV for a while. I fell asleep about two hours later (I know it was at least that by the programs that were on). I slept until after almost 4pm. When I got up, the Beast, ever the humorist, said, *Oh! You’re alive.* I just snarled, *Sorry to disappoint you!* as I got myself some coffee.
It took me about a half hour to fully wake up but I think I might just have made up all the sleep I’ve lost over the last four or five days. I spent the rest of the daylight hours trying to find something decent to watch on TV. I ate some of the Beast’s bean soup he’d made (too salty), cornbread (fantastic), and two glasses of milk. It was really, really cold and tasted wonderful.
Mustachio called me and we talked for about a half hour about this and that. He’s got that topical rash again but not as bad as the last time. He went and got some different soap and washed his work clothes and bed sheets again even though they were all clean. He tried a soap for sensitive skin and will look for some hypoallergenic soap later. He’s gotten a gentle but different soap for bathing. He’s trying to wait it out until his medical insurance from work kicks in on the first of January. Even though he has VA, he still has to pay for treatment. That kind of surprised me. I thought VA was free or almost free for vets. Silly me.
It looked crappy outside all day and this evening, the storms moved in. Lots of boomers and now you can hear the hard rain coming down. It’s also incredibly windy out so the rain is hitting the windows. The boomers are making the floors in here vibrate. I only know that because I am barefoot. If I pick my feet up, after a minute or so to allow my feet to stop vibrating, you can’t feel anything. As soon as I put my feet down on the floor, I can feel them again. What’s funny is the vibrations through the floor seem to relate to how the wind is pushing the rain against the house. If it’s just hitting the roof hard, it doesn’t travel down to the floors.
It makes me think about how the house is made. It’s just frame and aluminum siding as far as the basic structure goes. Everything else is just insulation and cosmetics (walls, windows, flooring). I’m pretty sure that’s why it’s the rain hitting the sides that affects the flooring since it’s tied in with the framing. It’s different with the roofing. That’s when it starts to bother me that we get so many tornadoes in this area. With a crawl space under the house, we could end up just a strange shaped Frisbee in a tornado. We finally figured out the only safe area of our house is the master bedroom closet. It has five 4×4 beams that are in concrete underneath us and in the walls around it. We can drag in our mattress to put over us and do a lot of praying. We’ve been through some very close tornadoes (1 blk. away) and stayed safe but we haven’t had any damage to our house either. **Crossing fingers**
I worry but I don’t let it *get* to me. Que sera, sera. Love you all. Stay safe, stay warm and I hope you all had a great Christmas Day.
