#1354 theoldmortuary ponders.

Wordle is a morning activity, along with reading online newspapers and some Instagram scrolling. Tea followed by coffee. Blog writing. Being creative.

My definition of  morning is actually any time after midnight and is entirely dependent on how well I am sleeping. Younger me would have done a fresh Wordle after a night out. But I rarely see midnight at the end of the day, unless my book at bedtime is  very addictive. Fresh Wordles are released at midnight.

Screens are considered poor companions before sleep or indeed in between sleeps. But my sleep patterns were formed by years of  24 hour shifts that involved overnight working on screens between grabbed patches of sleep. Long before all other humans became so fixated on screens.

Contrary to all sensible advice regarding insomnia, screens help to put me back to sleep. I am very aware that I am an amateur insomniac, trained to be one, rather than a sufferer of the real condition.

Another foolproof method would be to have a quick swim in the sea or to walk in city streets, neither of those are particularly safe for a lone woman.

Night swimming in the sea would never be for me because I am a competent but not confident swimmer. I would not walk the streets of my current city, alone after dark.

Walking at night in a city became a habit when I lived in London. The first time,because I was young, and the night was a new and exciting world after growing up in rural Essex. The second time because I worked in two very safe parts of London. Marylebone and The City.

I think I am by nature a nocturnal person who has been reframed or indeed retrained as someone who goes to bed at 10.

So Wordle is my after-midnight* excitement these days. My younger self would be appalled.

  • Wordle at nearly 8 this morning. Sign of a good night’s sleep. Healthy but not creative or particularly interesting.

#771 theoldmortuary ponders

What are your biggest challenges?

Sometimes the biggest challenges are the little ones. The one’s that trip you up or arrive unannounced. January the first 2024 arrived and at only 3 hours in, my challenge was to stay asleep. So the first cup of tea of the year was at 3:30 am. Festive season insomnia is like no other. Tasty snacks welcome me into the kitchen world and there is much to fill a mind that just needs to be tricked back to sleep. Sometimes, like today, I can barely stay awake to finish the tea, or indeed this early blog. But nobody needs a lot of pondering on the first day of the year. The picture in this blog was a surprising find on a regular dog walk. We must just have crossed the cobbles in a slightly different place and my first name initial appeared at my feet.

It also works rather well for January.

Happy New Year 2024. My pondering is done and I am off to bed. Again.

Pandemic Pondering #463

The unexpected events blog.

Just four days in a west facing garden and our Black Elder has bloomed for the first time ever. Despite being moved into a pot last autumn.

Yesterday was spent mostly playing solitaire with boxes. The joy at actually owning a garage to put stuff in cannot be over estimated but if anything has been learned in the last few months it is that we must aim to own less stuff! In the garage must not mean out of mind.

Our evening swim was fabulous, only five minutes from home on foot. Many lovely Bobbers and a huge pod of dolphins. The entertained us for nearly an hour in Tranquility Bay.

There was a lot to be grateful for yesterday and having an espresso martini just before 10pm gave me many awake hours overnight to mull over our good fortune.

A daft idea at 10pm!

Today may be the day for a scheduled nap. I may crawl into a box when no-one is watching.

Pandemic Pondering #78

There has been a lot written or broadcast in the news recently about research by psychologists into sleep disturbance and vivid dreaming during the Pandemic.
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/insomnia-and-vivid-dreams-rise-pandemic-anxiety-180974726/

I seem to manage both in the same night. I can struggle to sleep , often not knowingly getting any sleep before the dawn chorus starts and then sleeping deeply and having vivid dreams.

https://www.rspb.org.uk/get-involved/campaigning/let-nature-sing/birdsong-radio/

The link above is the sound I gently drop off to sleep with. Although most mornings here there is the 4am Harley -Davidson commuter . His motorbike farting its way past the house with the familiar deep thrum, recognisable by most of us and adored by many, it is not a great addition to the sounds of nature.

I won’t put a link in here for an audio clip of a Harley-Davidson. Far too brutal a sound for this pondering. This is a blog that feels tranquil even though temporary insomnia is hardy a soporific subject.

Maybe it’s the abstract sounds that then fuel the vivid dreams. Recently the theme seems to be lost or misplaced things. Whole paintings that I have never painted and then go missing, these worry me greatly in the dreams and it takes a good bit of resolve not to go hunting for them when I wake up. Last night it was missing photographs. My wakeful hours at night don’t seem to be particularly troubled by overthinking. Like everyone, I’ve got a fair bit going on in my head during this pandemic but sometimes I just lie awake because sleep is simply eluding me.

The birdsong link is something I would really reccomend as a lovely listen and a blog about temporary insomnia is as good a place as any to share it. For the same reason I’ve filled this blog with Allium photographs .

Alliums are the epitome of tranquil expressed as a flower. Solitary and calm, I love them.