From the Market — It’s nap time!


N ap Time! Two of the sweetest words ever uttered, guaranteed to bring me scurrying over to the couch in record time! Ah, the complete bliss of indulging in a mid-day weekend nap. You may be craving a winter escape to the Bahamas when all you really need is a good nap. The worse the weather outside, the better your nap becomes.

When the wind is howling and the rain is gusting sideways against the window panes, listen carefully and you’ll hear these secret codes words — “It’s time for a nap.”

Not that I came up with the idea of nap time all by myself. I have the unfortunate personality flaw of making lists and sticking to a time-line. Left to my own devices I will keep stumbling along on my quest for finishing the list until, like the Energizer Bunny, I finally run out of power. It’s also known as the crash and burn syndrome. Not being bright enough to figure this out on my own, I rely upon my husband to guide me toward nap time. Seemingly out of nowhere, he gives me “the look” and declares “Somebody needs a nap.” Bless the man.

January already has the honor of being declared National Oatmeal month and National Hot Tea month.

It ought to also be declared National Nap Month. Taking a nap makes much more sense than making a New Year’s resolution to start a fad diet. If you get the rest you need, you’ll be able to make better decisions about everything including the food you eat.

A good nap can lead to cooking a healthy dinner filled with good nutrients. Better rest will lead to increased energy so you won’t have to force yourself into daily exercise, you will naturally want to take a brisk walk.

Taking a daily nap certainly decreases your stress and anxiety. Irritable people make bad decisions. If our elected officials would all take a break for a nap and get a sound night’s sleep, the looming fiscal cliff terror would be resolved in just one amicable afternoon session. If I continue to follow this line of reasoning, I’m pretty sure that I could end up declaring that taking naps would lead to World Peace.

My father was a believer in naps. The 20 minutes after lunch was his nap time, no matter what. He would stretch out in his recliner with the dog curled up at his feet, and wake up ready to face the rest of the day.

This may account for his calm and easy-going temperament. He was a man who held the importance of sleep in the highest regard. All of his friends knew that at 9:30 p.m. my father would go to bed. Scrabble games had to be finished, plays and concerts had to wrap it up, conversations completed, because at 9:30 he would amble up the stairs to bed. Not everyone understood his routine.

If some poor innocent guest happened to be reading my father’s Time magazine at 9:30, they suddenly found that it had been whisked out of their grasp and was now retreating to the bedroom with my father. If the play was only in the third act, my mother had better have made arrangements to get home with someone else.

The only times that I ever saw my father in a grouchy mood were when his sleep had been cut short. This was not a man who dealt well with working swing shift. Later in life my parents bought a motor home, or, as my mother called it — the NapMobile. This was my father at the zenith of happiness. He could pull the rig over to the side of the road wherever and whenever his wished and curl up for a nap.

My New Year’s wish for you is this; get some rest! Remember nap time in Kindergarten class? It was a good idea then and it’s a good idea now. Reclaim your right to nap!

Barbara Bennett Parsons, manager of the Grays Harbor Farmers Market in Hoquiam.