It’s late, the day has sped by. I intended to write about Bad Diet Advice and hope to get to that tomorrow. But I have an early morning tomorrow, and I finished off the night by sprinting home from the grocery store so that I could get in the full measure of 5000 steps on the treadmill– because the pedometer stops at midnight, no matter what I’m doing.
So tonight, I leave you with a lullaby, a poem written in 1889 by American poet Eugene Field. I found it spellbinding as a child. Each night I drifted to sleep thinking of my bed as a boat, sailing through the inky sea of the night, careful to make sure that Bloopy (a stuffed dog) and Whiskey George (a stuffed lion) were safe next to me, along with Cybele, a real Doberman, who insisted in sleeping in the absolute center of our boat bed. No matter, I just curled my legs around her and slipped away to dreamland– which is where I’m headed now.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Target number back to 56. (Hooray) Steps 5188, and I hustled to get them. This is the fifth day without sweets. Breakfast: banana, yogurt with granola. Lunch: two beef empanadas, 1 cup cottage cheese, cherries. Snack: stalk of celery with peanut butter Dinner: spinach salad with half a grilled chicken breast, peppers, half-avocado, 3 cocktail tomatoes, and afterwards two cups of watermelon.