Last night was the first in WEEKS that it was cool enough (in the 60s) that I could actually sleep with a blanket, and I slept like a log as a result. These last few weeks have been so hot and coupled with the fact that the net canopy over the bed kind of traps the heat in . . . that I haven't been able to sleep with anything more than a sheet pulled up . . . and, more often that not, that's even been intolerable. So, a cool and long night of sleep last night was MUCH enjoyed!
I had bizarro dreams, though: a bunch of friends from high school and I were participating in some sort of competition, and the winners (my group) got to have a vacation on the Island of Calabasas! Ha - there is no Island of Calabasas - it's a town in California! It was a pretty rustic place that time had forgotten and technology not yet touched, and the locals spoke nothing but Spanish, so my (very) rudimentary Spanglish got a workout. Ahhhh, our dreams . . . what do they mean?
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As a conscious change to my usual "Sigh, I didn't get a THING done today!", I asked myself, "Okay, what DID you get done today?" when I climbed into bed last night. And, maybe that's why I slept so solidly: I came up with 7 things that, once they were listed, sounded like a sucessful day! In no particular order, they were:
- Ate healthfully and well all day (which hasn't happened much this busy summer).
- Did an hour or two of pro bono work for the local dairy.
- Changed out the four tires on the Yaris.
- Got some yard work done, pulling up some of the Evening Primrose*.
- Completed 82 minutes of billable hours for work.
- Got some much-needed vacuuming done.
- Got a much-needed, information-intensive letter written and sent.
* So, why the battle against Evening Primrose? Especially since it's such a beneficial plant (you can use just about every single part of it from seeds to roots to leaves) AND pretty? Well, once life quiets down (hardee har har), I may just try utilizing it . . . particularly since one of its benefits is to quiet down the effects of menopause. BUT, until then, I pull the plants that are in the walking / mowing area of the yard. Why? Because, I've learned the hard way that the stalks are kind of like a jagged nail sticking up out of the ground once you've mowed over the plants. Jagged and incredible hard in the sense that, if you wear Crocs for all outside activities in the warm months (like I do!), they pierce the soles and jam right up into the tender underbelly of your foot! Too many ouches = pulling the plants. And, they're easy to pull, too, with great results from little effort. Instant gratification! ;)
A final note about this plant: although I've found no information to back up this theory, I don't wonder if the leaves were dried and used as tobacco at one time in history? Because, when I burn them (which I usually do because they self-sow like crazy), the smoke smells WONDERFUL! Hmmm, organic Swamp River Ridge Tobacco . . . ?! (And, yes, I did just Google "how to dry tobacco"!) I'll take a picture of this pretty plant today to post.
Ha! Get out! I just pulled up a picture of a tobacco plant, and the flower looks much like the . . . get ready for it . . . Evening Primrose! I'm totally gonna try drying it!
Well, that certainly got me off on a tangent, didn't it?! Getting back to posting, here are a few pictures:
Orange Sulfur (Colias Eurytheme) Butterfly |
When I got to my folks' on Sunday to drop the dogs off for the day, I found this beautiful butterfly smooshed against the car's grill. Isn't it gorgeous?! The body is well mashed, but how amazing that the delicate wings were in perfect shape!
And, with that, I'll sign off for today. Gotta get on with it . . . and it's already past 1:00! Aaagh!
Ha! Talk about dreams! Wait until you get a load of this one I had last night. It was about a guy you had hooked up with. (And, no, I have actually not been thinking about this!) His name was Bob, he was a big guy with a thick head of black hair. Long on top but short in back. A good style. He was a bit overweight but said he knew that and was planning to take off the extra pounds he had recently put on studying to get his medical degree. He wanted to practice alternative medicine rather than allopathic. He was trying to turn the whole deck of his upper story apartment into a huge raised bed. He just had a very friendly, solid, easy-going, hard-working quality about him. He was even helping with our remodeling. (YES!) Maybe I dreamed him more for me than you?? How weird.
ReplyDeleteI didn't keep track of the strips I put into the rag rug I crocheted this winter. Probably had about 4,003 miles or more, I'd guess. Seriously, it had a LOT of material in it. But I love it and will make another one as soon I end up in the nursing home.
Hahahaha! No grey in Bob's hair? I can't quite imagine finding someone now w/o any! Now, the real question is . . . was he tall? My New Man requirements are that he have a bigger waist than me, larger feet, AND is QUITE A BIT taller than I!
ReplyDeleteNext rag rug - nursing home! Ha ha! I may feel that way, too, when I find out how long it takes to sew it together! xoxox
You two are "peas" in a pod. Sorry, couldn't resist. Hey, Mama Pea - after you dream up THE man for Chicken Mama, would you mind turning your subconscious in my direction? Hmmm? Kidding. Chicken Mama, you work harder than all of us on your down times. Isn't it nice to have a cool evening - no bugs, no humidity? I caught myself thinking, "I wish it was September", then bit my tongue. Can November, December be far behind? Ack!
ReplyDeleteThere's so much here to comment on LOL, yet I'm just left wanting to meet BOB LOL.....!
ReplyDeleteWe just need to make sure that Bob's ready to wait in the wings for a while, though: I am NO WHERE near ready for a relationship yet!!
ReplyDeleteAnd, Susan, oh nonononono! Mama and Papa Pea are the ones who work harder than any of us (down times or not)!!!!!