Insomnia is for wimps. I am a wimp.

Most of you reading this post are wondering how I could be complaining about insomnia at 5 pm Central time.  Wonder no more.

I live in a nice quiet neighborhood.  I work overnights.  My nice quiet neighborhood was graced by the addition of a brand new hockey rink two years ago.  I went to the city meeting about the rink and voiced my objection.  Objecting to hockey in Minnesota is like objecting to The Virgin Mary in Rome. They put the thing in at the same level as my house just about 150 feet away from my bedroom.  And, because it’s not cold enough in Minnesota, they put in a chiller unit so they could maintain the ice sheet for an extra month on either end of the normal season. The drone from the city said it would sound just like a garbage truck at idle.  Picture that outside your window all day.  Because that’s when it runs.  It doesn’t need to run at night, no sunshine to melt the ice.

When I bought the house there was a hockey rink across the street.  NO problem, it’s a public park.  It was the traditional Minnesota deal, throw the boards up in late October, wait for it to get cold and then flood it with a fire hose.  It was about 8 or 9 feet below the level of my house and shielded by the recreation center.  No problem. Kind of nice to wander over and watch the kids skate.  Nice days there’d be a few folks out there, some games at night under the lights, etc.

But the new rink is right outside my window.  Every puck that hits the boards resounds through my house.  I know (because I keep track of such things) that the city promised it would only be open certain hours.  Yeah.  Sure.  And they’ll never, ever, lie about the planned enforcement.  Fact is that the thing is in use from around 6 am to 1 am many days. The street lights provide a lovely illumination for the people using the rink.  So all sorts of people come by for a bit of skating and stick work before and after work.

Me?  I am legally disabled due to hearing loss from my time in the Navy.  I can’t hear much most days.  And yet I cannot sleep. Even in my lovely, calm, darked out room with extra sound insulation over the window.  And 33db earplugs.  And a fan.  And a CPAP hissing away.  Yes, the noise is sporadic and irregular and thus cuts through my sleep like a knife.

Did I mention that during the summer they’re out there on roller blades with hard rubber balls?  Joy!  It’s year round!!!!!!

And today, just to ice the cake, I did manage to fall asleep with the pucks a’banging.  That did not prepare me for the roofers showing up around 1 pm to rip off the roof at the back of the house and start the repairs to that leaky mess.  Not their fault, they have a job to do and vampires are not usually part of the scenery.

Guess I have to just put on my big-boy pants and get ready to go tutor the kids.  The fact that I got a whopping 4 hours of sleep is not an issue.  Until around 5 am tomorrow morning I’ll stick to that statement.  All bets are off at 0501.

But, I did do my research.  The city’s hockey rink is in violation of their own noise ordinance.  I’ll be talking to the city about that this week.

In the meantime, I hope you sleep well tonight.

London Calling.

Maybe not London, more like Saint Paul.  It’s so gloomy out today that my Christmas lights never turned off after what some laughingly call “sunrise.”

This, of course, meant that I spent the entire day in bed.  Nothing like a little nap after work – about 8 hours.

So, now it’s time to celebrate my beloved spouse’s birthday.  Russian food (as is the tradition) and then an exciting night of watching prison shows on cable.  Whew, the excitement of middle age.

I remember fondly the days when this noted birthday would provoke bouts of heavy partying, dancing, drinking, eating and general carousing.  I also remember feeling like death the next two days.  Tomorrow we’ll both get up early and go to church. All things considered, much better fun at church – and no hangover.

Priorities change, lives change, salvation never does.  We’re better people now than we were 27 years ago.  Our lives are better, our souls have been washed clean and our futures are secured in Christ.

Doesn’t mean I don’t smile when I think about our youth and the fun we had.  That was just a part of the journey.  I’m glad we survived.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie!

It may be an optical illusion, but God creates those as well.

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