If you’ve been reading along for a while, you’ve noticed that I’m kind of hooked on food TV.
At the moment, Bravo’s Top Chef.
I’m not sure I’d be a realistic candidate. There’s more lifting and toting than I’m used to. And, this season, the whole camping in the Colorado winter thing.
Personally, I like my house with central heat and my glass top stove I can set on low and leave to bubble gently all night.
And, just between us, sleeping in tents is not my thing!
All that being said, there’s still a lot to learn. And not just about food!
But, before we get to all that, there’s something else you should know.
I’m not sleeping much these days.
I get tired. I can even sleep for the first couple of hours after I go to bed. All too often, though, I’m awake about 3:00 am.
The kind of awake where your mind is racing with new ideas and things the paintings need and a new recipe for soup.
I try to sleep, because I believe I “should” but it doesn’t work out that way too often.
Then I wind up in my chair with a cup of hot water and lemon and a good book.
Except that my reading gets interrupted every few minutes by yet another thought that I must write down.
The pile of index cards next to my chair is getting impressive!
One of those cards, from a couple of nights ago, says, “Get woke!” with a note to remind me that this is a quote from Top Chef.
It would be handy if my wide-eyed muse would remember to jot down a bit more information as to episode number, etc., but there it is.
As I recall, vaguely, this may have been from the infamous camping in the snow episode earlier this season.
One of the contestants was telling a story about growing up with his grandmother (I think) in, perhaps, a Caribbean nation.
Apparently, Grandma was fond of instructing the children to, “Get woke!”
There sits the index card.
And, while the exhausted part of me just wants to sleep for a week or so, there is another part of me that suspects that maybe, just maybe, my insomnia is about getting woke.
At the very least, I’m deep in a spell of new learning and creating.
And, what materializes as words and images seems to require a lot of processing, which I seem to be doing while most people are sleeping.
Or, perhaps, other people are not sleeping so much either.
It seems as though this is a time in history that may be calling us, more than any other I remember, to “Get woke!”
Sleeping, clearly, would be easier.
For this moment, though, it looks like I’ll be sipping lemon tea and wondering about the bird who seems to be calling, “Who’s there?” as the sun prepares to rise.
Which is, if we’re getting woke, quite possibly the biggest question of all.
I have two very dear reasons for getting woke. Kenzie and Taylor are growing up in this world.
A very happy birthday to Taylor who is eight today. And big hugs for both my girls!
Now, though, a wee nap. Dinner for the dogs. And glaze!
I was flipping through the daily haul of catalogs and, attentive to my internal dialogue, laughed myself silly when I noticed I was calculating the number of bottles of paint I could buy for the price of a necklace featured at a phenomenal sale price.