Category: Musings and Mutterings

I have had a long day. I started my day early, awakening from the following dream and jotting it down before I forgot it.

I was in my Mom’s basement (most everyone knows that for me, all bad dreams take place at my parent’s old house) in the far corner by our sump pump. On the left I saw something that looked like particle board, but then realized it was my mother’s old and moldering mattress, brown and stained. I felt violently pushed out of the corner by something. I couldn’t pin the feeling of what pushed, but I was afraid. I didn’t want to see what was in the basement. I felt my mothers presence. I was very afraid. I didn’t feel comfort, just fear. I somehow left the basement and went down and around the block to a place outside the basement that was exactly behind where I had been in the basement. (hard to understand I know) I found a woman in white who I went to talk to. I told her that I had seen this in my basement. I was highly agitated and nervous, wrapping things around my hands, worrying. She said we should go back and see what was bothering me. We were on a platformed structure. We had to climb down. As I was climbing over the edge to get to the street I saw a pale entity that I knew was angry although it’s appearance was cartoonish. As I got to street level, it began to storm. Across the street from where I stood was a tree. The tree was thrashing wildly in the wind, the sky was dark and ominous and lightning was either emanating from the tree or the tree was being struck repeatedly. White and blue sparks started falling like rain. The blue sparks were very intense and the white almost blinding. The woman in white ran across the street to go on the sidewalk under the tree. I didn’t want to do that, but she was encouraging me to cross the street. Lightening was zapping all around the tree. I remember thinking that I would not be safe and was leary. I knew the spirit had sent the spark shower. I couldn’t tell if it was a warning or doing it to hurt me. I decided to start walking/running on my side of the street, but back towards my parent’s house feeling drawn to the other side of the street on my right. I remember considering crossing the street diagonally from the thrashing tree and was starting to step into the road when I felt a male presence on my left hand side, slightly behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a tall man in a vibrant blue shirt and black pants walking behind me. I felt very safe. I thought it was Frank, but I never saw a face, I just knew I was safe. I woke up.

After I woke up and had jotted this down in my paper journal, I went online to discover that at that time, 19 people had been killed in violent storms. I thought it was a strange coincidence. The last time my dreams and some event clicked like that was when one of the shuttles blew up. I had dreamed about a cat that was attacking a dog and the dog did nothing to defend itself. The cat literally shredded the dog. Then near what was left of the dog was a body, or actually a body in a space uniform and laying nearby was a helmet with hair hanging from inside it. I can’t remember the rest of that dream. I’ll have to go back and find it in my journal if I remembered to write it down.

I got up and did some computer work, made breakfast, went with Frank to his mom’s house to pack her things into a van we had rented, move her to Bowie, unpacked her stuff again, come home, made dinner, got a call from my daughter Heather saying she was going to be here tomorrow instead of the scheduled date of Saturday and then flying into action to get the office floor in shape for the laminate to be laid so the living room can be cleared so the kids have a safe place to be since we are in the middle of much renovation!! I know that was all run on sentences… but I’m tired and it’s 1 am, and without TONS of detail, no one will understand more than I’ve written about the situations anyway.

The wind is howling outside. It’s time for sleep, perchance NOT to dream.

Princess Pink!

Random musings.

What sick bastard decided that daylight savings time, where we all lose an hour of muchly needed beauty sleep, would be on the heels of April Fools Day. Was this just an extension of that time honored tradition of playing pranks on one another just because it’s fun to laugh at your friends?

Why is it I can think of a thousand things to post on my blog, but then as soon as I sit at the keyboard, I completely forget? Is that the same thing that happens when you have it in your mind to pick up a few items at Target and as soon as you walk in you go blank and then wander the store, searching for the elusive red clearance sticker on all the endcaps and clearance aisles and if you are lucky enough, happen to have a memory burst as you walk past what you went into the store for in the first place? And by that time, you have a cart full of red ticketed items , which means the 4.75 item you went in for is now going to cost you 127.36?

Have you ever noticed that trees live in their own graveyards?

I went to a farewell dinner for one of my friends last night and the dinner conversation turned to giant ants, cockroaches and mice poop. Bear in mind we were eating at a chinese restaurant. The food was good, but the conversation didn’t lend anything to my appetite.

I hate being the center of direct attention in large groups. Otherwise, attention is good, but not too much. I’ve been likened to a cat. I want attention when I want it. If you want to force your attention on me, I’ll likely pretend to enjoy it, and I may actually enjoy some of it for a little bit, only to rear up and scratch your hand (metaphorically) when you least expect it. And heaven forbid that you find me playing with my prey and enjoying it, because just like a cat, I’ll act as tho I wasn’t having any fun at all and stalk away. Or I may just decided to roll around on the floor and smack wildly at whatever weird thing comes my way and then jet down the hall to claw up your furniture. Meow.

At this dinner, yes! back to that, I was made the center of attention a few times. Once in thanks for organizing the shindig and once as the center for an announcement that told everyone that – crazy person that I am- I am assuming the duties of not one, but two of the attendees. Both of these were expected, but what was not expected was that my boss would publicly pick on my speech. GRRR. I, like most people of any language, can have lazy diction. She is all about diction. She is from Scotland and has been trained to teach people how to speak and sing clearly. Apparently, she didn’t like that way I said “can” .  She hates a nasally can. So, there at dinner, in front of everyone, she wants me to say cahn instead of can. Now, how stupid would I look if I went around saying, “Cahn you pahss me the sahlt please.” Maybe I mumble or something, but she corrected me more than once last night, prompting me to publicly tell her that if she didn’t cut it out, I just wouldn’t speak to her anymore or I’d do nothing but be extremely formal with her at all times. I can enunciate quite well…. I just don’t like being reminded to do so.  (‘course, now I feel guilty for saying something to my boss in a public manner…. sigh)

How did this happen?!? All three of my children living in Maryland, are awake, in the same room and are conversing nicely.  In fact, the boys are getting along! It is April 2, right? Don’t get me wrong, it makes me very happy to have a peaceful Sunday morning with my family, but after years of in-fighting it comes as a double blessing. Ahh, life is good.

You Are 62% Evil

You are very evil. And you’re too evil to care. Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

I have a big, noisy dog named Piper. Piper does her best to let me know what is going on around my house. I’ve gotten to the point where, just as you do with a baby, I know Piper’s barks. If she wants in it’s a woof, if she’s barking at the neighbors baby – who beats on the glass to get Pipers attention – it’s a friendly kind of arf. When she sees something that totally freaks her out, or she feels is a threat, the fur goes straight up and she gives the most throaty and menacing bark you never really want to hear.

I was poking around, getting ready to do something I’m supposed to do for a change, and I hear Piper going NUTS on the back porch. We have an invisible fence and Piper is petrified of going near the boundry, so I never really have to worry about her leaving the yard… except today. She LAUNCHED herself off the porch and hunkered down, teeth bared and fur up, barking the whole way around the side of the house! Naturally, I was afraid for whomever was on the side. I thought maybe the poor meter reader man was going to have to change his underwear. I called Piper inside and she came, but only because she knew this freak of nature was coming around to the front door.

I can see the front door from the back and thru the door’s frosted glass, I can see someone opening my storm door. I thought it looked as tho they were going to try and open the front door, but with Piper at the top of the steps (I have a split foyer) it would be an unwise choice.  I went down to open the door, reaching around the main door to make sure the storm door is secure, because Pip has followed me down the steps and is snarling at the whatever is on the other side of the door.  My storm door is a full glass door and as I open it, Piper gets a full view of the woman on the other side of the glass- abruptly stops barking, puts her tail between her legs, runs around my legs, knocks over some boxes in the foyer and bolts up the steps  – where from a safe distance, she can begin to bwulf at this person. Obviously, this lady had freaked my dog out and who can blame her?!?

The poor lady had to be less than sane. Her hair was a sixties-ish beehive with a flip on the bottom. I may be wrong, but I’m pretty sure it was a very old and brittle looking black wig.  She was older, and dressed well enough, but what had made my dog flinch, had to be this woman’s version of make up.  She was wearing(?) a thick black smudge of something in place of two eyebrows, another wobbly line of the same black stuff under her eyes and then she had PAINTED on with this same black substance – eyelashes – upper and lower around clear green eyes. FREAKY.   Each of these lines were no less than a half inch thick… oh my. She was looking for her cousin, and going door to door asking people where her cousin may be. My first thought is, “she has to know how she looks.” The next thought is, “doesn’t she have a mirror?”  My last thought is that I’m being a rotten person and that it’s obvious that this woman hasn’t a clue.

Lovely neighbor that I am, I sent her down to a family that has lived in the area much longer than I have so that their dog, also named Piper, could have the same experience as mine did.

See what fun it is to have a stay-at-home job?

I should be sleeping like a baby, but here I am, wide awake. I’ve just had a very nice LONG hot shower, thanks to my tankless hot water heater and an endless supply of hot water. This should have knocked me right out, but alas, that is not the case. So why am I awake? Not really sure.

Recently, I’ve been staying up until 2:30 a.m.,or so, and then getting back up at 6:00 a.m. No reason for it, I just pop awake. Saturday I woke up at 6:30 am, ran the whole day thru feeling tired and then when bed time came, I was wide awake. Ended up staying awake until 6:00 am Sunday morning and then catching a 2 hour nap and being up for the whole day. That’s not to say I haven’t felt tired. I feel very tired and drained, but I’m still plugging along. I’ve heard that sleep deprivation is actually an upper and people feel giddy and happy while they are overly tired. I’ve been in a good mood.

Addendum:

It’s now Monday morning and I did finally fall asleep – while writing this. Maybe that’s a sign. Either writing is tiring, or the snooze fairy took pity on you all and decided that this blog entry was just too boring!!

Blogs take effort. First you feel obligated to write in them, even if it’s 1:30 in the morning and you are dog tired and secondly, because you know others are going to read it you have to make some kind of effort to be entertaining. (Let me… entertain you) Sorry, songs randomly flit thru my mind, but they don’t really translate onto the page…. harrumph.

Frank is at a sleep study in the hospital. All is well, but I miss him. Even tho his snoring has made it so we don’t sleep together, doesn’t mean I don’t miss him in the house.

Sadly I’m falling asleep. I’ll try to be more creative later.

So, why is it my 7th?  Could it be my 7th child, my 7th marriage, my 7th career, my 7th broken bone? Pah! Nothing so mundane… It’s Sharons7th because of music. Someone once asked me what one album I would want to have if deserted on an island. I didn’t have any problem with the answer. It would have to be Beethoven’s 7th symphony, recorded by the Orch. Revolutionnaire et Romantique/Gardiner. Now is it cheating that this particular recording has all 9 of Beethoven’s symphonies on two cd’s? Maybe. But who cares. I love the 7th symphony. There is just something about it that makes it mine. Thus Sharons7th. Not very interesting in the long run, but there it is.