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BlueThroat of Sleet
Jan. 27th, 2019 11:05 pmWe're waiting for the big snowstorm to arrive, so we can see how much it will really amount to. I got up early, put my winter togs on, and shoveled the puny amount of snow we had over the last 24 hours, so the Sparrowhawk could get the car out and go to church to put the new inserts in the order of service. It was kind of fun. Enjoyable to be out in the fresh air, with a gleam or two of sun, even though it was fiercely cold.
After that it was all downhill. I'm itchy from the dry air, my joints hurt, and I can't sleep. Last night I dreamed all night about battling malevolent shapeshifting aliens that looked like humans but weren't. When we finally finished dealing with the monster creatures, it was time to clean the garage. I decided I could give away my baseball equipment. I'd been using the bats as weapons, not for sport, and didn't need them once the aliens were gone. (I don't actually have baseball equipment. We gave it away the last time we moved. I only kept my Louisville Slugger.) What the hell kind of a dream life moves right along from clearing the planet of evil aliens to clearing out the garage? I ask you! Why can't I dream I'm on vacation?
More conversation concerning my mother took place. I'm super tempted to say what it was about, because you can't make this stuff up. But for the sake of not having things get back to anyone ever to cause bad feeling, it's best not to. It would be a whole 'nother chapter in my memoir.
After that it was all downhill. I'm itchy from the dry air, my joints hurt, and I can't sleep. Last night I dreamed all night about battling malevolent shapeshifting aliens that looked like humans but weren't. When we finally finished dealing with the monster creatures, it was time to clean the garage. I decided I could give away my baseball equipment. I'd been using the bats as weapons, not for sport, and didn't need them once the aliens were gone. (I don't actually have baseball equipment. We gave it away the last time we moved. I only kept my Louisville Slugger.) What the hell kind of a dream life moves right along from clearing the planet of evil aliens to clearing out the garage? I ask you! Why can't I dream I'm on vacation?
More conversation concerning my mother took place. I'm super tempted to say what it was about, because you can't make this stuff up. But for the sake of not having things get back to anyone ever to cause bad feeling, it's best not to. It would be a whole 'nother chapter in my memoir.
