- Towards the end of a restless night, I was awakened by the
phone at 5:30 AM informing us that there would be a two-hour delay, due to Ice
Storminess. The teens who benefit from
this decision slept through the phone call.
Not me. It’s my job to post the
news.
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| My very modern news distribution technique. |
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| That's 1/4 inch of ice all over that front walk. |
- While I was taking my shower this morning, I recalled the
dream I had last night. I periodically
have a dream about being in the back seat of a moving car with no driver. Sometimes this is a nightmare, and the car
goes over a cliff. A few times I have
dreamt that I am controlling the car with
my mind from the back seat. (Someone
needs to develop this technology. Maybe DARPA already has.) This time
the dream was not scary, just a curious thing that the car could go without a
driver.
- Still in the shower, I moved on to ponder life, death, and
everything in-between, when a stink bug fell from on high. Usually I am not afraid of bugs, but when I
am not wearing my SuperMom superhero suit, and a prehistoric ugly thing falls
on me, I can get jumpy. I shrieked (but
only once). Then I viciously stomped on
it, and immediately regretted it, since it broke the cardinal rule about stink
bugs: never crush one. Always capture a
stink bug and carry it carefully to the outside. I wasn’t dressed properly for that maneuver. I
swished the carcass toward the drain, hoping it would fit through and be washed
away. It did. Whew.
- Later on, I e-mailed my husband about my dream. He played Joseph to my Pharaoh, and wrote: “The
car dream suggests that you feel that your life is out of control and that no
one is at the helm. Just remember that
there are some things that are uncontrollable, just as there are some things
that are unknowable. But also remember
that the universe regresses towards a mean, so things generally work out.” I am glad that my dream has statistical
value.
- I tried to do some paid work today, but had difficulty
concentrating. Finally I put it aside
and made the rest of the phone calls on behalf of my Mom, informing people of
my father’s death. I hate leaving such a
message on voicemail, but it became necessary, as nine days have gone by
already, and my Mom was getting nervous about it.
- I mustered my energy and went to the grocery store. I’m not much interested in cooking or eating,
but it seems the rest of the family is interested (in me doing the cooking, and
them doing the eating). How fortuitous
that right next to the grocery store is the liquor store! I stopped in and bought some wine, including
this one which I bought solely because of the name. I am the middle child (although definitely not
sassy). I’ve been especially grateful
for my brothers in the past days and weeks. And very soon in the future, I will be
grateful for the chance to try this wine.
4 comments:
First, I am sorry about your Dad. I must have missed a post somewhere recently and hadn't realized he had passed on.
Secondly, DO NOT release a stinkbug back into the wild to procreate. Flush it down the toilet. They destroyed 20% of the fruit crop in MD a couple of years ago, and they are predicted to be making a huge comeback this year.
Have I mentioned that I hate stinkbugs?
That was a lot in one post!
1) I hate recurring dreams. They always make me feel as if I should be finding some deeper meaning in there, and I have no Joseph to translate for me.
2) A bug. In the shower. When you're at your most vulnerable. I'd say you're pretty brave for squashing it.
3) Hope you're doing okay. Hope the wine helps. Hope your husband cleans out the drain for you.
You have to take off your supermom suit to shower? Hmm . . . maybe that's where I'm going wrong.
The sentence about regressing to a mean is the funniest sentence I've read in a long time.
I am also a middle sister, but I don't have high hopes of feeling similarly grateful to my siblings when we go through your recent experience. Well, maybe I will to my younger sister.
I'm glad that you're surviving, and I hope the wine will help. A little relaxation can go a long way.
Ugh. Destroy the stinkbugs. Destroy all the stinkbugs.
Recurring dreams disturb me, too.
That wine? Looks fun.
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