This is my photo of the day on facebook:
Such a sweet, feisty pug. She's over 10 years old. Somehow, I don't think she'll go quietly into the night when her time comes. Somehow I sense this....
I keep forgetting that there is a lull before a storm. The past few months had been pretty peaceful on the dream front, and I was wondering if perimenopause does indeed agree with me. But last night made up for all the nocturnal peace that has been showered on me.
1. I wake up and amble into the kitchen to find the sink empty and clean (dream). I had left it full of dirty dishes when I had gone to bed last night (real). I wonder if Vijaya came early and washed my dishes (dream). But then, she had said that she would come late today (real). (I opened my eyes at this point and realised it was a dream. The sink is indeed full of dirty dishes)
2. I am fast asleep and aware that I am sleeping in (real? dream?). The doorbell rings (dream). I drag myself to the door and find that it is 9.30 AM and my mil and fil are waiting at the door. I am so exhausted that I swoon in my mil's arms. She brings me inside, brings me around, and scolds me for not taking enough care of myself. (dream, although my mil always complains that I don't take enough care of myself).
3. I go into Twitter to check on the weather update (dream). While there, I find Scanman and Ommachi having some discussion that goes over my head. I think to myself - either I am very stupid and can't follow simple conversations any more, or I am too old to understand the Twitter lingo. Either way, I need to stop reading irrelevant things on twitter. (Now honestly, I can't decide if that was a dream or conscious thinking. I often can't relate to or understand some of the conversations that go on)
4. I read in the papers that Rambodoc won the Nobel Prize for something. (dream). I think to myself - oh, I used to know this guy online. But why would they give a Nobel in the pseudonym of Rambodoc, when his real name is something else. (This one is definitely a dream, because it has been ages since Rambodoc and I flew into each other's online radar).
5. I walk into the kitchen with a splitting headache and open the medicine chest to find no acetaminophen. I panic because without the acetaminophen, my day was going to go down the drain. (not sure if that was a dream or real, because I did wake up in migraine hell, but on the other hand, I am pretty well stocked on acetaminophen, thank God).
Can someone make the wooly-head go away?
I didn't see you standing there. Do you mean you're waiting for me? You know you're rather a stranger in these parts - and I make it a point not to fraternize with outsiders.
You've been referred to me? By whom? Do I know this person by name? Oh. Yes - a co-worker. And you've been described as smooth, yet biting and delicious? I notice the cherries - what purpose do they serve? No, I'm not being cheeky, I just don't see them working successfully with a jigger of whiskey.
You know, I've never trusted whiskey. Something masculine about it. The last whiskey drink I had was a whiskey and soda I ordered when I was out on a date. It's an old story, Mr. Sour, and I don't think I need to go into detail.
What? My, you are talkative for a famous mixed drink whose sources date back to the 1870's. I agree - this is our Christmas party, and my intention is to get beautifully tanked before the appetizers are served. I'm not sure how you know this, but yes, it is time to celebrate - sloppily.
And...you like my skirt? Now you're making me nervous. I'm old, and I don't know how to deal with compliments anymore. But in that case, let me say that that is a pretty glass - squat but graceful: I wish I could manage that.
OK. My sobriety is boring me, and I'm sure it's boring everyone else at this table (I'm a jolly drunk, Mr. Sour, trust me ) Are you a sipping drink? I will approach you as such - I did so enjoy our conversation, and it would be tragic for it to dissipate quickly.
(pause)
SIR!
You deny your family name - you are sweet, sublime, and with each sip the maraschino cherries delight and tease my vision. You, sir, are an adorable drink, and you are very well met.
Waiter! Another!
One slow step after the next, he carved a circle around the mammoth oddity. Looking it up and down he could not place where he'd seen it before. Here, at the center of town, the giant stone overlooked every aspect of the villagers lives. They shopped, they gossiped, they harvested and held festivals in its shadow, seeing it as a time honoured friend. But, as he paced his ever shrinking circle around the lonely standing stone, he could only see it as a mystery.
If you see Mrs GOF, please don't tell her what I've done.
I've got 4 weeks to fix up the mess before she arrives home.
Lucky I am a handyman.
PS. No GOF or anything else apart from Vox's good reputation for intelligent blogs was harmed during the making of this cooking series.
Hello, it's Keisha. Thank u for readin mah blog. :) U has a welcome.
Today is Frydee! Breakfast was good, because I got to have little bits of bread from a sammich my friend D.R. was havin. Mmm, tasty. :) I went for walkies with my Dad extra early, because it was so cold outside, Dad wanted to hurry. So I ran kinda fast, and found a nice lawn. I didn't see the ducks out so much this morning, maybe 'cause they wanted to keep warm in the bushes. My Dad wears a hat when it's cold. I don't think the ducks have that.
We have a lake behind our house. I like to watch it through the window sometimes. You can see birds land and take off. Also, you can see leaves and tree bits fall in the water sometimes. That's pretty. My hooman friends like to watch the sun rise and set. I like it when people across the lake put the lights on in their houses. It's even better now that people have their Christmas lights.
My Dad put our lights on the front of the house! :) They are lots of colors, blue, red, white and green, and even moar. I like to see them when we go out for our nighttime walkies. What's funny is, a guy across the street from us has reindeer cut-outs in his yard all the time, the whole year. I can't wait to see the lights on the other houses too. :)
Okay! That's it for now. I'm going to sit with Dad in his compooter room. It's fun to watch him play train games. I see u later! :) Thanks.
Zzzzzz. I sleepies. Zzzz. :)
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Sorry for inconvenient
... a partridge in a pear tree . Why?
In Greek and Roman mythology, pears are sacred to three goddesses: Hera (Juno to the Romans), Aphrodite (Venus to the Romans), and Pomona, an Italian goddess of gardens and harvests.
The ancient Chinese believed that the pear was a symbol of immortality. (Pear trees live for a long time.) In Chinese the word li means both "pear" and "separation," and for this reason, tradition says that to avoid a separation, friends and lovers should not divide pears between themselves.
However, more relevant to our pear tree partridge:
Perdix, "Lord of the Pear Trees", was one of Athens most sacred kings, when he was cast into the sea to die, his goddess, Athena, carried him to heaven, in the form of a Partridge.
When the legend of "The Partridge in a Pear Tree", was made into a Christmas Carol, the symbol of Christ was substituted for Lord Perdix.
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It's hard to blog on the road and when one is racing around like a maniac trying to fit in visits with all one's relatives and friends - so apologies to my virtual friends for not being a very good neighbour at the moment.
The morning after the wedding, and 4 hours sleep, we hit the road to Coonabarabran and the Anglo-Australian Telescope because the manservant was going to play astro-dweeb at Siding Spring Observatory.
I thought about calling for the manservant but then realised that my image as a tough Aussie farm girl would be seriously tarnished if I had to call an American for help with one of our native creatures.
I slowly backed off the stump and skulked backwards to the room never taking my eye off it - and it never took its eye off me.
That night, sleeping in that room alone, I'm sure I could hear it using those little hands to tap on the window.
