There are some things that I just don’t get, no matter how many times someone explains them to me. People can tell me the science behind these things, but it just doesn’t make sense to me. For example, have you ever weighed yourself before you went to bed, and then weighed yourself first thing in the morning? My husband and I do that all the time, and every time we find that we are two pounds lighter in the morning. Where did those two pounds go? We didn’t exercise. We were sound asleep for eight hours. Now you may tell me the science behind it is that the body burns all those calories sleeping, but then that should mean if I eat a good breakfast in the morning (akin to eating supper in the evening before we go to sleep) and then lay down and take a long nap, I should weigh two pounds less by dinner time. But that’s not what happens. I always weigh two pounds more at the end of the day than I did first thing in the morning. And you can’t tell me sleeping burns more calories than an hour and a half of yoga and a three-mile fast walk, plus a day of housecleaning. If that were so, why aren’t doctors telling their obese patients to just go home and sleep? Anyway, that’s just one small thing that boggles my mind. Here’s a really big thing.
Last night my brother and sister-in-law FaceTimed me (it’s like Skype only easier and is for Mac users. We both have FaceTime on our iPads.) Anyway, they were at a little pub having a pint and listening to music and thought my husband and I would enjoy listening, too. Which we did. They took their iPad and turned the camera around so we could see the musicians as well as hear them, and we even got to talk to some of the patrons in the pub. They waved to us, in fact, and a few blew kisses. They raised their beer glasses in salute, and my husband, who just happened to have a beer in his hand, did the same. Everything came in pretty clearly, and we had no trouble enjoying the music. We tapped our feet and clapped our hands. We felt like we were right there with them. It was great Irish music. In Ireland. Yes, they were in Ireland and we are here in Virginia. How is that possible? Don’t bother giving me the facts because it will just be a bit of mumbo jumbo to me, but it boggles my mind.
I’m waiting for the day when “Beam me up, Scottie” won’t only be a phrase from a Star Trek movie.