Saturday, July 14, 2012
Day 56, July 14
Menopause provides daily--and nightly-humbling experiences. Take, for example, my habit of sleeping only in my underwear. Even the lightest weight pajamas or nightgown prove too hot for my over-heated body.
One night, I had cause to regret my lack of nightwear. A noise at the front door roused me from sleep. Concerned that something had taken my twenty-year-old daughter out at midnight, I opened the door to determine if her car was parked out front, as it normally is. At that moment, our kitty, Harley, streaked out.
Without a backward glance, she ran across the front yard. (Harley has been declawed, making it unsafe for her to be outside.) Afraid to take the time to pull on clothes, I took off after her. By this time, she had made her way across the street and taken refuge under a neigihbor's truck.
Barefoot and scantily-clad, I hurried across the street, ignoring the prick of stones against my feet. "Harley," I called softly. "Come out here."
An unconcerned "meow" was her only response.
"Harley, get yourself out here now." I kept my voice low, not wanting to wake the neighbors..
She ignored me.
I got to my knees and started to crawl under the truck. Visions of being stuck under the vehicle taunted my mind. I could see the morning headlines: "Middle-aged woman found wedged beneath truck in her underwear."
I reached for Harley, who scampered away. Finally, she strolled out of her own accord. I scooped her up in my arms and retraced my steps, all the while scolding Harley. When we reached home, I collapsed. Meanwhile, Harley took up her customary place on a chair, uncaring what she had put me through.
No more midnight excursions for me.