It was raining here and I didn't want to walk in the rain, so I was a slug all day. You don't want to know about the litter box I just designed.... cheaper than the store bought ones. All I'm dreaming about is a bath and a good escape novel right now. I hope the Moodies are having nice shows in Vegas, and all the nice fans are behaving themselves. Or maybe they aren't. Shucks everyone will have something to talk about then.

leslee I suspect there will be cheaper and better shows down the road for both of us. I'm so glad I didn't bite the bait for Vegas, the shows are all shortened and about double the usual price. There are times to just stay home, stay warm and get caught up on stuff around the house. Laundry was my big thrill of the day. Very sad about the ugliness in politics right now and trying to find a better frame of mind, turning off the television helped. I wish the American people could like a nice guy like Dr. Carson for president or something. I guess I can dream....

A pleasant good night to all.

PS I sorta like Mr. Pence.

hehehe that was nice.

I know I'm sorta pitiful but I adopted my two cats to "have a family" because I honestly like animals as well as I like people. Making bird calls to birds, and having them answer is just as nice as having a human conversation often. Anyway I laid in bed today reading a book I've been waiting on, and that's all I did for 3/4 of the day.... the cats tore around the bed, under over and thru for a while, then laid down and went to sleep in the blankets and my housecoat (laying on the bed)

A few times, Sophie jumped up on the bed, right in my face! Like, she was saying "hey what's with laying around all day, come play!" so finally after I finished the book, we all went out on the porch and I worked while they scampered around. It was a pleasant family time.

Lest you think I'm totally sad, I had a chance to visit with my cousin and his family yesterday morning.... had a wonderful brunch! I felt like waddling out of the place.... very very good food. But we also had a very nice visit, they're from Texas and enjoying retirement. We talked some politics, but no one was violent about it, we all respect each others' views. I was pleased my cousin and I actually voted for the same person out of those original 17 on the stage. Next weekend, my grandson's birthday and I (oh yeah) get to go hang around a bowling alley for his birthday. Oh well. Family!

I did have a dream the other night I actually remembered, sorta funny. I was in a pick up truck, with three other friends, two at least were friends from high school I don't talk to anymore because we disagree politically (I think they are soft brained myself, they don't do their homework and just rubber stamp their party) one of them might have been you leslee, but I'm not sure. It was a big pick up.

This morning, I had fresh on my mind a dream of somebody I've always respected. He's intelligent, wise, and easy to get along with. Long, long ago, I dreamed he paid us a visit at my parents' house. The parents were using the fact that I owed them money for my car (valid point) to control me. This other person was sitting in the living room as the parents were putting me in my place, and he asked, "What if I paid the car off?" It was actually liberating, because I hadn't before seen any manipulation.

Well, he went back to my parents' living room last night. I think he was Justin at times, as people in my dreams change who they are often. He had the black down vest Justin wore up in Washington. He also had the long, gray coat he used to wear that was so debonair. He had come to visit my dad. He had retired from AT&T and had begun a new, low-paying job that didn't work out, so he decided to retire. I thought he might be struggling.

After some talk and much I've forgotten now, he asked me, "Do you want anything else?"

"Nah. I'm Okay." I said, and he left.

I woke up. It was such an open-ended question. I was thinking I should have at least said, "Don't be a stranger."

I prowly mentioned at least on the old version of this site one of my very first dreams - about a blond lad singing "Michelle." I woke up and at whatever pre-school age that was, was convinced that was who was singing. It wasn't like we had the internet back then to fact-check. I blamed the dream for my predisposition toward blonds.

On the subject of short life, I was recently devastated to learn morning glories live but a day. On the walk to church, I've enjoyed them - such awesome shades. My favorites are probably Grandpa Otts - such rich, velvety purple. The periwinkle ones are great, too. They have red veins. I have to stop and appreciate some of them. We have a few in cerise that I rather like; even some tiger-striped ones by the post office. I am so mesmerized by the way the light shines through them so brightly, and the blues are almost red they're so bright. I love them so much. Flowers with five "petals" have a way of making me happy, and these flowers are just exquisite.

Well, coming home from church, they're all curled up. I spent a few days trying to figure how they re-opened in the morning, since they curled in. Then, I learned they don't. HORROR! Now, I have to appreciate them even more. Heaven must be full of them.

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=morning+glory+open+close

I learned teaching seventh graders that there is always a dirty meaning to everything. As long as I don't know what it is, it's fine.

Last night, I dreamed a ghost in bakers' clothes was hovering above the boss' files. I was too sleepy to care and rolled over. I also dreamed I had forgotten about a lot of vegetables. The boss insists on eating serially. So, these snow peas had grown to the size of Super Balls in the shell, and another vegetable had gotten out of hand through my negligence. Wrath.

Then, I dreamed a few nights ago that I was not to have any communication with Moody Blues fans.

Oh, well.

Hee hee. You're trying to get me into therapy, but I do like the idea that my real self at least enjoys Moody Blues music, though I've never been into Moodies gear, and I don't socialize well.

The ghost of money - the story of my life. A fool and the dearly departed.

So, last night I slept in "my own" bed for the first time in three months. It is so weird getting back to a normal routine. It was convenient sleeping on the office floor - didn't have to drive to and from work, and could just fall over when tired. Now, Evo has no roommate.

So, I dreamed this matriarchal figure from church self-identified as a man, and I had an interlude with him. It didn't even occur to me that I ought to go to confession, but the branch president tracked me down and was putting all the blame on the other party, when in fact that was not the case. Not to worry. There was nothing graphic. Just the story. Then, I dreamed Mr. Stalker was physically restraining me from walking from one side of the Sunday School class to the other. I kept breaking away and was finally free.

Then it shall go uninterpreted. I had another dream that as super wild, but would be unkind to mention. Last night, I had to pull off the road for a couple hours of sleep. Either I was hallucinating or my retinas were bursting from over-extension. Anyhoo. I woke up laughing. I remembered funny dreams are normally not funny when awake. I recalled what happened and assured myself, "Oh, yes. That was funny." I rolled over and went back to sleep. All I remember is it had something to do with somebody who's in the news today.

I've been dying to tell anybody I slept under a bridge on my last vacation. Actually, it's weirder than you think. I actually checked into a motel, and they had this huge print of a Mississippi River bridge hanging over the bed. It reminded me of one of the places I frequent in dreamland - old-style truss bridges over a river as wide as the Mississippi. I don't recognize the place as anywhere I've actually been, but keep expecting to sometime find it.

I went to The Beautiful Place today with the Evo. Both of us were drained. She normally gets about 3 hours of romping in the forests, but I got to The Beautiful Place, so named because it was, pardon the borrowing of the phrase, a deja vu in reverse. I found a nice rock to support my back and proceeded to take a nap in the sunshine. I woke up as two children approached. Evo had to herd them, and I lost my grip on the leash. The children were frightened, and the bigger brother took the little one in his arms to shelter him. It was so sweet, but such a dreadful, embarrassing situation.

Actually, I'm wondering if I should rename the dog Yveaux, as if she will live up to a higher standard if she has a sophisticated-sounding name.

I dreamed last night I saw an old photo of Justin and John. They were wearing white full-length kaftans with floral designs in CMY colors. Justin wore pale pink shoes that from the top looked like ballet slippers. The lace began at the toe instead of the heel, though. From the side, (at some point the photo came to life) one could see the platforms were like carved wood with much cut-through, again in a brightly-colored floral pattern. I can't remember the rest.

According to pop culture, Braveheart was wearing skirts long before they became fashionable.

I hate trivia. My mind has turned rotten. Oh please! Please! Please!