Wednesday, December 06, 2006
How To Sleep Alone
When I was newly single, my dear friend Shawn and I went to play Putt Putt golf on one very hot Texas afternoon. I'd only played once before and never since and my score was not good, so not good that I made Shawn promise to take the number to his grave. He promptly threatened to tell everyone because he is a writer and that's how writers are. I am as guilty as anyone else and consider myself coming from a long tradition of charming blabbermouths -- according to the one of the few biographical materials available on Raymond Carver, he was known to repeat everything, not in a malicious way, mind you. Let's face it -- it's hard to resist a good story. And as Oscar Wilde once said, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about. Still, I want my Putt Putt score kept private.
Shawn and I had many good laughs in those days about my new free state -- we once saw a book for children titled, How To Sleep Alone. In it, it had bedtime rituals for those children transitioning out of the family bed into a bed for one, presumably just in time for the parents to resume their severely truncated sex life and give little Skippy a brother or sister, and the child received a gold star for every night he or she successfully slept without anyone else. Shawn joked that he should buy the book for me. I would have done well with the gold stars -- I responded to that sort of system for years, being a good girl at heart or at least so afraid of being bad that I couldn't bring myself to do anything but. Years passed, things changed or the years changed me. I wrote a story about not being able to sleep alone, a story in which the narrator who might resemble me a tiny little bit puts herself in a lot of danger and misery because of this fact. Maybe she just needed the right book.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats." Diane Arbus
Drinking movie suggestion: Kinsey
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Birthday to my dear friend Shawn! All love to Bamms from your eternal Pebbles!