Recently I watched Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks in Sleepless in Seattle. This of course, following the previous week’s viewing of An Affair to Remember. The former is a nod to the latter. Which is a nod to the even earlier, Love Affair. I love them all. NYC has always held a special place in my heart – and the top of the Empire State Building…while windy and dirty; there is a sort of romance about being so high above that beautiful city, overlooking endless possibility.
I saw Sleepless in Seattle on a first date, many years ago. There were but a few dates to follow, but I do remember that he smelled lovely. And to this day, when I smell that particular cologne, I think of that movie. Funny how a scent can become so ingrained in our memory. (the boy however, entirely forgettable and I’m confident he felt the same about me)
Sleepless. For months I didn’t sleep. Not in an “I have a difficult time falling asleep” kind of way. But I’d actually go days and days without sleeping even a few minutes. It was torture. It’s hard to keep a straight mind when you are sleep deprived. Hard to function. Fortunately that eventually passed.
Once upon a time I was a skilled sleeper. It wasn’t unusual for me to get a solid 8 or 9 hours each night. I’d lie down and be asleep within minutes. And sleep soundly until morning, never stirring. (which turned out to be my downfall…) Alas, I have yet to return to my glory days of slumber. I fall asleep just fine these days but after few hours I’m up again. Wide awake. I pad about the house in darkness, often sitting in silence, looking out the windows watching enviously as the world lies dormant. Even the trees seem to be mocking me with heavy limbs of drowsiness.
It is times like this that I wish I had television to watch. A girl can only watch her limited selection of DVDs so many times. So, I’ve started reading. A lot. I started with some of my favorites (I ravenously devoured every Capote short story within days) and then moved on to those I forgot I ever read. Recently I saw Midnight in Paris and while the film was mediocre at best, the cast of great authors prompted me to visit Half Price Books and stock up on tomes of yesteryear. I’m eager to get reacquainted with Fitzgerald, Hemingway and Eliot.
Like catching up with old friends.
I get lost in the language. Oliver Wendell Holmes put it best, “a word is…the skin of living thought.” In our right now society, we seem to be creating a pandemic of functional illiteracy. And I’m guilty! I’ve neglected my literary chums in favor of magazine, blogs, websites…quel nightmare! This year I cancelled all magazine subscriptions. I won’t be giving up blogs anytime soon. (no worries!) But the more time I spend on FB, Twitter, texting, e-mailing short bursts of information, the more I realize how very much I appreciate a well penned sentiment. And thus, I find myself reading rapaciously several books a week. Like water for my soul a well written word.So maybe, just maybe, that’s why I’m not sleeping. Perhaps it’s the anticipation of a few hours with favorites old and new. Or maybe the wee small hours of the morning are the only time I really allow myself to slow down.
But I’m enjoying this solitude. Hopefully learning and growing. And per ush, writing down words that are unfamiliar or all to succulent to NOT incorporate into my daily vocabulary, and thus the notebook grows larger…
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