Great Ideas Come at Night

Sometimes, right before I fall asleep, I get a few crazy thoughts. We’ll call them great ideas. Because that’s what they seem like at the time.

“Tomorrow when I get up, the first thing I’m going to do is make banana bread with those black bananas.” (I usually just end up throwing them away.)

“I’m going to set my alarm for 5 a.m. so that I can get up and go for a walk (sure, we’ll go ahead and call it a run) before it gets hot. (This has never actually happened.)

“I need a fan next to the bed because God is trying to kill me with hot flashes. I’m going to get a fan with a remote control so that I can turn it off and on during the night.”

“I’m going to start a blog! I don’t know how or what about, but I’m going to do it! I’ll google ‘How to start a blog’ first thing in the morning.”

Sometimes my late night (8 pm) ideas still seem like good ideas the next day, when I’m fully awake. And sometimes I follow through with a few of these ideas.

For instance, I did get a fan with a remote to put by my bed. Hot flashes are no joke and call for serious interventions to keep a person from losing their sanity.

I went to Walmart and bought myself a 3 foot tall oscillating fan with a remote control. The fan stand had a nifty holder for the remote. At night I would take the remote out of the holder and put it  on the night stand next to my bed.

I can seriously say that I loved that remote. Whenever I  would get hot at night, I could (usually) keep my eyes closed and reach over to my night stand and find the remote. I would turn the fan on and be in heaven until I got cold. Then I would turn it off again until I got hot again.

Unfortunately, my grandson loves remotes.  My dearly loved remote soon disappeared for several weeks. We looked and looked for it and eventually found it one day in my husband’s sock drawer. For awhile, I was in fan remote control bliss again. Then it disappeared again.

Mr. Remote Thief would not admit to having taken it, let alone tell us where it was. It has been several months, and it is still missing. Thank goodness that my hot flashes have gotten much less frequent and I don’t really “need” a remote control fan like I did before.

My idea about writing a blog has come to me several times over the years. Recently (last week) I googled ‘How to start a blog’ and found a very detailed post on a blog (I love blogs!) on how to start a blog (imagine that!).

Late one night, at the advice of the ‘How to start a blog’, I decided to spend a couple hundred dollars on a website for my blog, instead of using a free website (honestly, I don’t know if I’m using the correct terminology for all of this).  And now  here I am finishing up (very tediously and by doing it all the wrong way  and re-doing it) working on my website and first blog.

Spending money for this is putting  a little pressure on me to do something with it. On the other hand, even if I fail miserably, a couple hundred dollars for a years worth of entertaining myself seems pretty inexpensive.

How can you argue with logic like that ?