~HB ADVENTURE~

I have a hard time sleeping in the city. Hearing cars zooming by, people yelling and other noises makes it very difficult for me to sleep. Although I most often read myself to sleep, there are times when my book is horrible or I have finished it. This means that I am left to my own thoughts to lull myself to sleep.

Instead of thinking about raindrops, roses, and whiskers on kittens, I think about things I need to do the next day, things I could of done better that day or even things I could be doing other than sleeping.  I become very restless.

Barry, on the other hand, can be sawing logs before his head even hits the pillow. This brings me to Dolly Parton. Dolly and her hair. I’ve had this trick up my sleeve for a few years now. When I start thinking about Dolly’s hair and wondering what she really looks like without her wig on……I FALL ASLEEP!!

Have you ever thought about it? Dolly’s hair, that is.

I love Dolly. LOVE her. She’s smart, funny, and very talented, but her hair is really something that I find merits some thought when I’m having trouble sleeping.

SO, the other night I was having a difficult time falling asleep in downtown San Francisco. There was so much going on outside our window (car wrecks, yelling, laughing…) It wasn’t until I remembered my Dolly Parton Wig Trick that I fell asleep.

Works every time.

The sun is finally a constant companion on our trip. Phew. I was worried. I’ve been spending the past few weeks wearing the clothing that I packed at the last minute because I thought I might get cold maybe once or twice. HA.

Apparently Mother Nature does have a sense of humor. Each time I’ve called home I’ve heard that the weather has been sweltering. At one point I caught up with my parents and my mom was hanging out on the beach while my dad was snorkeling.

Snorkeling!  In Washington.

Me? I was in California sitting by my campfire wearing at least 4 layers and sipping on hot chocolate. So, this is why I’m glad that the sun has finally come to play. I’m able to wear my tank tops, skirts, dresses that I so diligently packed.

Hallelujah!

Now, I just need to find out if people can snorkel in San Francisco. If my dad can do it in Washington then certainly it’s an option in sunny California, right?