Best Night’s Sleep ~ 5/8/21

I used to write my dreams down in a journal. I don’t know if I ever really did any interpretation of my dreams. It was just something I did to get those thoughts out of my head. Not like I would remember much anyway. If I didn’t write them down immediately upon waking that is.

After my procedure yesterday, we grabbed a bite to eat, and then came home. Instead of taking a nap, I forced myself to stay awake. We played around with the dogs. We went out to the garden and picked zucchini. B and I generally had a lovely afternoon. There was even some swing time in the mix.

As with the other times before, I had the best sleep of my life because of my sedation earlier in the day. They’ve improved quite a bit over the years. Less grogginess. Faster wake time. But what remains the same is being out stone cold and recovery with zero pain. Then following the procedure is when I have the best night’s sleep.

And I know the propofol was probably out of my system, but I slept so soundly last night. Yet I did dream. Vividly. I went to visit ‘C’ my best friend from grade school. In my dream, she was living somewhere in Europe. I was much younger, single, with no children. My mom tried to stop me from going but I went anyway.

As C showed me around, we were looking at a large body of water. And there were amazing things happening in the sky. She told me every evening could be like this. I also made new “dream” friends quickly. With all that goodness, I decided to stay. Move in and work with C. I woke up at the part where my mom threatened to come get me.

So what does this dream mean? Probably nothing. But I am going to interpret myself. Sometime tomorrow or the next day. Because right now is exhibit day at the McNay. Say that three times fast. Off we go. Happy Saturday!

As always more to come.

#SoCS ~ 5/8/21

Howdy y’all. Time once again for #SoCS. Our host with the most, the one and only Linda G Hill gives us the following prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “to your left.” When you sit down to write your post, look to your left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces. Enjoy!

Hmm, not a word, nor a plane, but Superman! Or at least his writing assignment. Should you choose to accept this mission, proceed expeditiously … whatever the heck that’s means. If you’d like to play along, HERE are the rules and ping back.

To the left to the left …

Songwriters: Amund Bjorklund / Mikkel Eriksen / Tor Hermansen / Beyonce Knowles / Espen Lind / Shaffer Smith

Well, that’s odd. Beyonce’s is not to my left. Hehe. However her song popped right into by brain when I read “look to your left”. This is stream after all and the mind wanders like the mind wanders. Like the heart wants what the heart wants.

On the desk to my left (which is where I write #SoCS despite the options of iPhone and iPad), I have a shelf with a small collection of personal stuff. So yea, I’m going to write about multiple things. Rule breaker! For a day.

There’s a shell casing from daddy’s burial, the 21 gun salute. The casing was Pony’s but he was young and dare I say careless. He gave it to me for safe keeping. I also have a pair of daddy’s cufflinks and a mini USS Copahee figurine. That was his ship where he was head cook while he served in the Navy. The last of my homage to papa is his Texas shaped named tag which we wore while serving in many volunteer activities.

The shelf also contains a mini horse statue from my friend Jane and a mini elephant statue that hails all the way from Pune India. I can’t remember which co-worker brought that back to our team but we each got one. It’s terrible getting old and forgetful. I should remember who gave that to me. I think I wrote before where I tossed my name in the hat to go to India but wasn’t picked. They had more who wanted to go than slots available.

All things considered, that’s a good thing since they would have had to sedate me to get me on the plane. Business class or not. Safer than a car or not. 17 hours is too damn long to be in the air. And I’m a nervous flyer anyway.

Speaking of air travel cuz we were … or are now, I will never fly again. How do I know this? Well, despite wanting to go somewhere … anywhere but here, there is enough in my own backyard that I still haven’t seen. And I don’t have to stay in Texas. I can drive to states close by too. Which is why I have decided that is how I will see the country once I retire. Look at me planning for a future like nothing is going to happen.

I got only partial results yesterday. I’ll find out about the two biopsies on Monday or Tuesday. It’s nothing until it’s something. Say it with me!

Alrighty, the water is slowing down. Just a trickle. So lemme let ya go.

As always, more to come.