I love to watch the National Geographic channel especially when they do under the sea things.  I’ve always had a fascination for sea life.  Many years ago, my mother and I went to Epcot center and I could’ve happily stayed in the under the sea exhibit the entire day and skipped the rest.

     I’d love to go scuba diving in the Bahamas, but I’ll probably never get to do that.  I’d also have to purchase specially made goggles since I can’t see my hand in front of my face without my glasses.  Without them you can picture exploring under the sea with this blind bat.  I’d lose my diving buddy the instant I hit the water, if I could find my way off the boat.  The entire experience would be worthy of Picasso’s imagination because what I’d be seeing wouldn’t look anything like what things really look like.

     While most people would get that fuzzy feeling looking at the lovely fish and coral I’d just be seeing fuzzy.  If fuzzy was a shark I wouldn’t know it until he bit me.

     I need to have two great bursts of energy.  One that will motivate me into thoroughly cleaning the house and one that will make me finish my book.  Three would be even better the third could be used for weeding and mulching the gardens.

     Instead, I have hot flashes which make me feel torpid and in need of naps.  Maybe if they’d allow me to sleep through the night instead of waking me every two hours I might have some get-up-and-go.  It’s so nice to be deep asleep, dreaming, and resting well.  Conversely, it is unpleasant to be suddenly jolted from said restful sleep by something as rude as a hot flash.

     It’s a shame I can’t use that inner-child-playing-with-matches energy, as I’d like.  If I could, I have a house worthy of Good Housekeeping instead of Hovel Today.  My book would be sitting in some publisher’s desk, and my gardens weeded and mulched. 

     Alas, unlike the sun that we can use to power our homes, we can’t harness that hot flash power.