Learning........

I think that maybe I have always loved learning. I was definitely particular on the things I like to learn about... it was never algebra or chemistry. It's a shame how many times a day I use those skills in real life....................... I should have paid more attention.

But just about everything else interests me.

Especially people......Sometimes after a conversation someone has had with me, I wonder if they feel like they have just been interrogated. I certainly like to know about a person, and if there is ever a subject that someone would be an authority on, it would be themselves and their own life history. I genuinely like people. Most people. Some are grouchy, but I try. I ask questions.

I like learning about our history. And other people's history. And religion. And how things are made. And how things work. Luckily television is perfectly suited to my tastes. The history channel, discovery channel ...... I don't know what happened last night on "ugly betty", or on "the amazing race" , but I do know what historians believed happened to the ancient Mayans. I might not spell Mayans correctly, but I know how they lived.

There are other things that I never wanted to learn about. Like loss, disappointment, and heartbreak. Emotional struggles, financial struggles, physical struggles.

I guess that they make us a part of who we are as much as our genetic make-up.

I have not had it tough. But I have experienced. Maybe a lot less than some, maybe a lot more than some.

I'm not interesting enough to be on the history channel one day, I haven't done enough, experienced enough, or learned enough.

But with each day there is a new experience, and something new to learn. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

zzzzzzzzzzzz............

I love to sleep. Is that weird? I love naps. I've always been a napper, I mean I'm sure that there was a point in time in my life when I didn't nap, but I know that I started life out napping, and I have been since high school.

Now I obviously can't nap every day. In the summer time, unless I catch a random Sunday that is free, I can't nap at all. But, oh do I miss it.

When I worked outside the house, I would go in an unused room, and sleep on my lunch hour. Most days anyway. My co-workers were very tolerant of that, and my friend Tracy would wake me up each day about 10 minutes before my lunch was over, so I could collect myself, & go back to work.

All too many times I've had the experience of falling into a pretty deep sleep, and waking up disoriented, like thinking that it's morning when its not, or thinking that I've missed the kids getting off the bus, and that thay've had to go back to the bus garage with the driver & I am being declared an unfit parent. For a fleeting moment, I curse my napping. But then I realize that it's only 2:00, and that I have only been napping an hour, and it's alright.

When I think about the toughest thing about being a parent, and I don't mean the emotional stuff, just the day to day things, are their clothes all clean? did they eat? are they bathed? ............. for me the toughest thing was always that I couldn't just lay on the couch & doze off for a half hour if I felt like it.

I wish I wasn't a napper, I would definately be able to put an extra hour to better use. But it's just who I am. If I don't nap, I don't sleep as good at night. But mostly I love it love it love it.

Two of my friends are nappers. Just like me. Difference is that they are not ashamed. So that's what I'm trying to do here. I'm coming out..............

I nap. I deserve it. That's all.

p.s. next week I am off, and I'm shooting for 4 out of 7 days, I'll let you know how it works out.