I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. Now that I don’t have to get up and go to work – or, honestly, even get dressed – before a certain time in the mornings, I’ve allowed myself to revert back to my natural night owl ways.
I blame my parents for this. Of course, right? Seriously, though, it is their fault. When I was little, my dad worked evenings. In order to maximize our family time, my mom let me stay up to see him after his shift. According to the family legend, we spent those late evening hours watching M*A*S*H and Barney Miller, which, now that I think about it, makes me feel a little better about the NCIS reruns Annalyn may have been exposed to.
Anyway, I’ve gotten in the rotten habit of staying up super late and then snoozing when Annalyn takes her afternoon nap. Then, on the rare night that I go to bed at a decent time, I just lay there. (Or is it lie there? For a grammar nerd, I sure can’t keep those two straight.) Wide awake.
A couple nights ago, as I was lying in bed wide awake, I heard it: a train whistle.
See, I’m afraid of trains. I have been for pretty much ever. As a young child, I had a recurring nightmare about being run over by a train . . . in outer space.
I know. I know! That doesn’t make any sense! What with the no gravity and everything, I’m pretty sure a train floating around in outer space couldn’t actually hurt anyone. Although . . . in one episode of Firefly (which takes place in outer space, in case you’re not as big a nerd as I am), a train was featured. A train in outer space.
Okay, while that is pretty far-fetched, you have to admit that trains are, indeed, dangerous. Just ask the scary, scary man who showed us a horrible video about train safety in the fourth grade.
Yes, the rumors are true. I did hide under the table during the whole presentation.
Based on all that craziness, you can imagine how excited I am when I can hear the trains from my house. Especially when said trains are located more than seven miles from said house! I should not be hearing them as I lay/lie in my bed at night! Apparently, given just the right conditions (wind blowing from the south? sub-zero temps? stars aligned?), sound travels and those train noises reach my house all the way up here.
Perfect. I literally live on the wrong side of the tracks.
Did I mention Annalyn’s recent discovery of PBS Kids and their many cartoons? In particular, Dinosaur Train? Ahem. Maybe you missed that. She loves to watch, every SINGLE morning, a show about dinosaurs who RIDE A TRAIN!
I’m kidding. It’s just a cartoon. It’s not actually giving me nightmares, unlike Scooby Doo of my childhood. (Right. Scooby Doo gave me nightmares, but M*A*S*H did not. I have no explanation.)
So, that’s my weirdness for the week. What’s yours? What makes you weird?