O is for

Oysterville, Washington ( a crown of Haiku)

Red House, blue heron,
mist blurs the picture but the
memory is clear.

Memory is clear.
in the dawn, fog shines like pearl -
solitude and peace.

Solitude and peace ,
a gift to early risers.
First boats on the bay.

First boats on the bay,
tidal flats, and oyster shells,
and more oyster shells.

And more oyster shells,
behind the sand ridge, beside
red house, blue heron.

And in Other news,  I get to talk to a pulmonary specialist today to find out why I quit breathing while I sleep.  Apnea?  Not me, surely!  It's just suspenseful, exciting dreams, right?  The fact that I drop off about twenty minutes after I sit down to watch TV surely isn't relevant.  I can even fall asleep while knitting.  In fact, that's how DH can tell I'm nodding off.  The hands slow and stutter to a stop, fold slowly into the lap (still holding the needles and yarn) and soon the snores begin.

But he tells me that sometimes, I will snore, then stop breathing altogether for 30 seconds at a time, then gasp for breath and go back to snoring.  He says some nights I snore more and others less.  And he's gotten used to the snores, so it's not a domestic problem.  What a hero he is!!

Then I get to run to Ikea and pick up some braces to hold up new shelves.  And on the way back, I may swing past the yarn store and get another skein of Cascade 220 for the sweater I'm knitting for DH's best friend.  Even if it's not the same dyelot, I don't care.  I can use it for a sleeve, or cuffs and turtleneck.  And I might not need it, but I can always use another skein of nice gray wool.

A quiet, puttering sort of day.  I probably ought to put some clothes on before I leave the house though. 

By the way, didja catch that full moon?  When I saw it this morning at five AM, I howled, very softly.