Thursday, March 17, 2005
Moody Babe Said:
Ah, technological entaglements. Not only do you have to find a new bar to go to, but you must get a new server!
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Dreaming…Badly
Lots of people had weird dreams last night – here’s mine:
I was staying in someone else’s house. I was vacationing there with my mom, Rick, Freeman and several others. It wasn’t late, perhaps 7pm and I was very tired. No one was around but my mom. She was in the kitchen, doing something at the sink. Fashioning something.
The kitchen was filthy. There were dirty dishes stacked high in the sink. The floor was stained and covered in grime. The counters were covered in stuff, dishes, food, utensils, massive amounts of stuff.
Mom saw how tired I was and told me to go to bed. So I went. For some reason I was wearing 80’s style garb. I had on jeans that had bleach spots, had a high waist and tapered legs. The sweater I was wearing was white with a huge boat neck. It kept slipping off my shoulders. I also had on huge white socks.
Next Scene: I was walking back into the kitchen. I looked around to see what mom had been working on. For some reason she had tied 3 soybeans together and hung them from the kitchen faucet of the sink. Slowly crawling down to the soybeans was a very large, hairy black spider. I noticed how the hairs on the spider were similar to the hairs on the soybeans and thought maybe that is the reason mom hung it there, to attract the spider.
I shuddered but moved into the kitchen to make tea. I didn’t put water on to boil, but proceeded to the cabinets to find a tea bag. I opened the cabinet to find more spiders. I continued to look for the tea, desperately trying to avoid the enormous onslaught of big black hairy spiders. They are suddenly everywhere. They were tripping over the dishes on the counter, crawling over the crumbs of food, popping out from behind the stuff that covered everything. I dropped something, bent to pick it up, and saw a nest of them below the lowest cupboard.
Next Scene: Dogs are at the front door. They are the neighbor’s dogs. Average dogs, one is slightly larger than the other, one slightly darker, they are both happy in appearance. They are at the front door and happen to be dressed up. They are both wearing caps, one is bright pink with a white lace ruffle, and bed coats. This seems perfectly reasonable to me.
Except that I know these dogs have a sinister plot in mind. As soon as I saw them, I knew it meant trouble. I set off to find my mother. She is not easy to find, I walk around calling for her, unable to find her. When I do find her it is in the “in-between” space in my dream. No where specific, kind of dead space. I tell her about the dogs and about the spiders. She informs me that Rick has killed all the spiders (in my dream I focus back on the kitchen to see some of them are still moving about so I know that isn’t true) and the dogs have no sinister plot hatching. They are dogs.
Next Scene: The dogs are making off with a baby. It’s not a real baby, but at the same time it is. It is real and not real at the same time. I’m upset as I take it from the mouth of one of the dogs and wave it in front of my mother. “See?” I tell her. She looks at me and says, “Honey we are getting ready to leave, you need to take care of the hot tub.” Apparently the way I take care of the hot tub is to get it in “wave” mode and then empty 40% of the water out.
Next Scene: I am walking in soft dirt where sprouts are planted in an attempt to reach the hot tub. I first have to walk through a shallow pool. I cannot get into the pool until my feet are clean, but Freeman has the hose and is off doing something else. I sit patiently by the pool and attempt to pull spouts from between my toes and replant them. Finally Freeman comes over to help me clean my feet and I am off to the hot tub.
As I approach the hot tub I find a remote control in my hands. I push the ‘on’ button and the hot tub immediately starts to engage in the wave mode. I then spend the remainder of the dream arguing with people about how much a 40% water reduction would be.
It was a weird dream. When I woke up I was left with the images of the spiders. I still can’t shake them. It was 4:30 am when I woke. I have been up ever since.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Info.
This last weekend has taught me a few things about myself and those around me:
1. I should not watch movies where either the main characters are from the South or the majority of the story takes place in the South. I watched “Sweet Home Alabama” and found myself thinking and talking with a southern accent. I’m from Colorado! I live in Washington! There is nothing ‘Southern’ about me!
2. Wonder Kitty has caused me to have some very interesting habits. I have an oversized closet; it’s a closet and a half long. So have three closet doors that can be positioned in various ways. Tonight I found myself positioning the doors to be more of an obstacle course for the cat. Now, as she tears around the apartment after I go to bed she can have more fun.
3. I can take my mom anywhere remotely garden related and she will be happy. Regardless of her mood upon entering, once she is surrounded with the possibility of gardening she becomes elated. She bought a new pot this weekend.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Just what I need…
Because we all need to look just like Martha Stewart on the day she was release from Prison…
Martha’s Poncho
This add was actually emailed to me from Herrschners. Ha!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Ahhh…
After 4 stressful days at work this week, where I seem to be dodging political bullets left and right, I decided the last place I wanted to be tonight was on the water. On the water trying to help set up the boat with 5 to 7 other people trying to set up the boat while keeping pace with some yahoo in the front who knows just as much about rowing as I do. Which is very little.
Instead I opted for option 2. I opted to take a night to myself. No rowing, no boyfriend, no people, not even television. All I wanted was a nap. So I came home and crawled into bed. It was glorious.
After I woke up I thought of Maggie on the cold water of Lake Union and decided to take a bath in her honor. A nice warm, hot bath filled with sea salts and fragrant oil. I brought my book along, in case I felt like reading. It was lovely.
It was lovely until Wonder Kitty came in. Wonder Kitty has long been interested in water, particularly in the shower. She will stand between the shower curtain and the liner while I am taking a shower. She has sort of fallen in a couple of times, but nothing serious has ever happened. When I exit the shower she enters and plays to her heart’s content.
Tonight she was curious about the bath. Usually she just sits on the side of the bath and looks down at the water. Sometimes she will tentatively put a paw on my knee as if she is going to cross my legs or something. She never does. Tonight she was a little more curious, she began walking around the rim of the tub. She got to the far side, where the rim is significantly narrower, and found she was stuck. She tried to back up, but started slipping on the water. I skootched myself up a bit and waited to see what would happen. Sure enough, Wonder Kitty fell in the tub! I laughed and laughed! Silly Kitty.
She’s still upset. She won’t sit still because she’s all wet and can’t figure out what to do about it.
Ahhh… the joys of stupid cats
As you wake in the morning
What do you feel?
Does a rush of happiness
wash over you when,
Suddenly, you realize you are alive?
