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On My Bookshelf (Part 2)

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

As of January 29, 2008

I finally cleared my shelf off of books from January 8, except for the last one, Mao by Jung Chang and Jon Halliday. I picked up a few more books since then, including a crochet instructions book called The Happy Hooker. I’ve been meaning to pick up on my crocheting again as it is definitely kinder on my eyes than cross-stitching, my favorite craft. In between pages of Mao and trebles of crochet, I read a chapter or two of the late David Gemmell’s Troy: Lord of the Silver Bow. Oh, my, wish every day was a day like this.

The Sandman

Thursday, January 10th, 2008


Alphonse woke up unusually early this morning. At a little past five, he was rubbing his eyes off of sleep and raring to go out and play. I kept him with me till around seven; we watched a little television, chatted up a bit (well, I talked; he merely smiled and nodded occasionally), and cuddled in my fleece blanket. When he got his PECS card for “play,” I knew I had to give in to his polite requests before a meltdown ensues. I called his nanny for reinforcement while I downed a cup of the blackest coffee I could tolerate. At seven, I was still bleary eyed and unfit to face the world.

Blame the late nights I keep. Most of the time, I get started on housework or personal stuff after he turns in for the  night (which on really good nights is no later than half past nine). On occasion, however, when he’s had a really exciting day, he finds it hard to calm down and sleep. Three nights ago, he was up till midnight, setting my own clock later than usual. And today, he was up before the sun was!

We’ve never had a lot of problems with his sleep, unlike many parents of children with autism.  A friend whose son is also on the autism spectrum complains that her son survives on three to four hours of sleep every night. And because both our kids tend to wander when awake, she’s up with him till he catches those few hours of Zzzs.  To our good fortune, Alphonse has always been a good sleeper because his body clock is so regimented. He turns in relatively early every night and puts in a good 10 to 12 hours of sleep - like clockwork. I get to do more when he’s asleep so I tend to stay up late and try to finish whatever needs to be done. And while I do get things accomplished in those hours, it throws my body clock off-kilter. Then, I have to deal with insomnia, which, of course, I battle with a lot of late-night reading. Oh, I hope that last night’s interrupted sleep is not a portent of things to come. (Cross your fingers!) 

It’s quite ironic that I write about sleep today, when I was reading Neil Gaiman’s ”The Sandman (volumes 1 and 2)” till I dozed off really late last night. (I’m not a big graphic novels fan but my husband is. Me thinks he’s trying to turn me on the craze by introducing me to those he knows I’d enjoy, like ”30 Days of Night” and “The Sandman.”) With my bad eyesight, it’s hard enough to make out the words written in small print, much more look at all the swirly colors and fine details. But the storyline is really good and I am almost ready to forgive my husband for his indulgence in pricey “komics” (I can almost hear him say ”Graphic novels, honey, not comic books”). I am actually looking forward to the rest of the series tonight when he comes home.

Till then, I think I’ll make good on “The Sandman” and catch a few more real Zzzs.

Zzzzzzzzzz. *Snork*. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz…