Allison Lake, B.C.: This morning at 4:20 am
Waking up this morning, it took a few seconds for me to remember that I’m at my sister and brother-in-law’s home… It was too early to be awake, but nonetheless, my mind began its usual morning meander down Memory Lane. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. So, I eased myself out of bed and crept into the living room.
And here I sit, wrapped up in a warm crocheted blanket, with my laptop humming… waiting for me to write. It is 4 am… not an uncommon hour for giving up my eternal quest for eight hours of uninterrupted slumber. In fact, it has been at least 15 years since I had the pleasure of even one truly great night’s sleep. I’ve tried everything… a hot bath, warm milk, rigorous exercise, relaxing yoga, a roll-in-the-hay, hypnosis, biofeedback, meditation, sleepy-time tea, and big-pharma’ remedies too. But to no avail. My brain does not ever seem to turn off; it is determined to rouse my sleep-deprived body as early as possible. For my inner child… every morning is exciting and she wonders what the day holds in store… she can’t be bothered with sleep.
However, all this said… if I must be awake… what a place to be so. The sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window pane is plush and comfy, and the view of the lake is beyond beautiful. Dawn is not far off and mist shrouds the high hills soaring straight out of the water. I can hear loons calling, fish jumping, and soft snoring behind the closed bedroom doors. This room smells of lilac and last night’s pita bread.
Jorge and I have been in British Columbia for just five days. The apartment in Kamloops is all set up, provisions are in the larder, and we are visiting the lake for the weekend…
Most of the people who come here are residents of the Princeton – Kamloops vicinity. Like my brother-in-law’s family, many have owned their homes here for decades. They were built as simple summer cabins, but some have now morphed into summer palaces. Barb and Craig’s panabode (I wonder how many readers know this housing description?) is not big enough to be called palatial, but the renovations are on-going and elegant. Two new bathrooms, fitted by a master builder-artist, are the latest additions.
Life is so good… if I could just get a bit more shut-eye every night… it might be called… perfect.
Today I will show Jorge the trail that encircles the lake. I doubt we’ll walk the whole circumference, but he is determined to make his time in BC, one of rejuvenation. The cooler climate and long days make this a doable goal. I doubt I’ll turn into an eight-hours-a-night sleeper, but I expect to slim down over the coming weeks. Ah yes… a change is as good as a rest.