old bones

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Predictably, I was not actually able to sleep comfortably on a sleeping bag pad and sleeping bag, with my old ass and hypermobile hips and shoulders and such.

So I got possibly less than an hour of sleep. BUT. Farmkid got to stay up listening to me read until 45 minutes later than her usual bedtime ,and then she was hyperactive and excited as I quietly read to myself, and I told her “stop talking and go to sleep” a couple of times, and then she DID. And she slept straight through until morning, and while she did wildly wriggle off her sleeping bag pad and toward mine, the tent’s center pole stopped her so she did not actually invade my space at all.

At 6 am I was texting with Farmsister about how well the night had gone and how I was just waiting for her to wake up, when suddenly it started raining.

It didn’t rain super hard, and I lay there watching it, and after a bit Farmkid suddenly sat up and looked around, and grinned cheerfully. “HI!”

We “hatched” a bit (my mom’s word for the way those who are too young for coffee can gracefully transition from asleep to awake over a short period of time) by me reading a bit more of The Edge of Worlds out loud, waiting for the rain to stop. And then it let up mostly, so we came inside and had zucchini bread.

The best part of all, however, is that then Farmkid was joyfully reunited with her tablet, and went and lay in her parents’ vacant bed and played video games for precisely an hour while I lay in my bed and appreciated that the very firm mattress was much less firm than the ground after all. (In the tent I just felt like no matter which way I faced, my head was downhill, which I eventually realized was because my ass is so big that my head is downhill from it no matter how I lie, and my pillow wasn’t enough to compensate I guess.) (also I do feel like my head was somehow downhill. Inexplicable. I leveled the site before I put the tent up!)

Anyhow. Off to arrange flowers for market.