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It happens far too frequently; I wake up, my eyes snap open, and I immediately know three things to be true:

  1. It is not yesterday, and today has barely begun.
  2. I’ve not had nearly enough sleep.
  3. And I’m certain I will not get even 5 more minutes of it… until God knows when.

I have been a “poor sleeper” for about 15 years. I have tried every remedy known to man, woman, conventional doctor, and quack too. Nothing helps. I don’t bother trying anymore. Not much I can do; it is just “one of the things” I don’t seem to have a handle on.

I have learned how to find my glasses and my phone, make tea, and navigate my way to the guestroom; all in pitch-black darkness. I make no noise as I settle down under the covers of the guest room’s comfy queen-size. After few sips of the hot herbal brew, I open up Facebook. This is when I learn about all kinds of nonsense, and also read some interesting stories.

Tonight was not an exception; did you ever hear how Sir Alexander Fleming’s farmer-father saved the life of then-still-a-boy, Winston Churchill? In gratitude, Winston’s wealthy father paid for young Alex’s education, right through Med School at Oxford. Later, the penicillin he discovered again saved now-adult-Winston from pneumonia. Alas, charming as the story is, it belongs in the nonsense file because it never happened.

I waded through my feed of same-old, same-old U.S. political B.S. I sometimes wonder why we who live in Mexico are so consumed by what the Bully does. There’s an easy answer to that; we are terrified of what he’ll “do” next. Meanwhile the Democrats continue their infighting and dithering-about. Of course the longer they delay choosing a candidate, and thrusting him or her into the fray, the more chance he-who-cannot-be-named has to increase his “base”.  What is happening with Mexico’s politics is out-of-the-box, but as I say, I wish the international community had more interest in this. I know people fear getting “involved” in local politics because it is not allowed, but it is still important to “know” what’s going on in the country where we live.

Next I read about what matters to me: my friends. A local baker who visits the prison to motivate inmates…  Antonio, you are such a surprising man. You find ways to make the world better, one baguette at a time. I learned that a friend I haven’t seen for some time has taken up pottery and she published photos of her new pieces. Debi, the creativity oozes out of you and into that clay. I also found out that a long-ago friend who has moved back to Merida is almost finished her house reno’. Betsy, I can’t wait to see you and your home. People are traveling; Kevin, your insights are so cool. Others, like me, have company staying for a while. Emma and I had a little soiree yesterday; not earth-shattering news to anyone but us. But I’ll post a picture anyways.

When I was younger and would wake up, I used to read. But my older eyes quickly get sore unless it is daytime. So, for times like this, I am glad to have Facebook. Sweet dreams to all.


Published by Changes in our Lives

I am originally from Canada but have lived in Mexico since 1976. My husband is from Merida, Yucatan and we raised our family here. We both worked for many years at Tecnologia Turistica Total (TTT), the tourism, language and multimedia college we founded for local and international students. Now retired, we enjoy spending time with family and friends, My other interests include spending time with freinds, reading, painting, cooking and travel.

8 thoughts on “Facebook

  1. Have you tried one of the folding Ott Lights for reading in bed at night? They emit daylight spectrum. A friend of mine never leaves homes without one in her suitcase.
    Love your leaping sheep!


    1. No, I have not tried those lights, maybe I should? I want to come to Saltspring next month… let’s go to that amazing “hardware store that’s MUCH more than a hardware store”… maybe they will have those lights?


  2. Joanna, I can barely go to the internet. I have barely been on it for months. Thank you for reminding me that it is important to return, for friends, their helpful insights, and for that inspiring find that someone shares with you, that you can then pass along to another appreciative soul (that you cherish), and more light will shine in our pre-dawn darkness.
    We shall overcome.


  3. I share your sleep frustration. But it has been with me for all of my life. Or, at least, since college. I regularly get only four hours of sleep. In bed at 2 AM, up at 6 AM. That is, until recently. I have actually slept in until 7 or 8.

    As for Facebook, I tend to ignore it. It is merely a platform to post links to my essays. Now and then, my eyes stray. But Two or three words of Trump hysteria is enough to send me off to saner climes. Like looking for a book to read while I float in the pool. And even there, I do not sleep.


  4. I struggle with similar sleep issues dear Joanna. I wish I could offer some wise tips but it’s almost 4 am here in the Bay Area and here I am. I’ve been like this since I was a child.

    If I still lived in Merida, we could go for a walk while it’s still cool.

    G’night. 🥰 Iris


    1. Oh I know… Lack of sleep is the bane of my life and I also suspect it is the root of a few health issues I have. Is there a cure? I think if I spent a significant number of months “re-training my brain” I could re-establish healthy sleep and eating patterns. This link leads to a long and involved method: https://startsleeping.org/#intro I think my sleep issues are serious enough that I should invest the time… but when will I get the time to do so? Catch 22…


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