Figments and Fragments, Questions and Dreams

The reason your grandparents sleep in separate beds is because Grandma snores and she worries that she's keeping Grandpa awake. In other words, she loves him so much she moves to the guest room and then later, wanders back to the marital bed, creeping like a nun, trying not to disturb him as she slips back under the covers.

The reason your grandmother takes a nap is because she spent half the night wandering around the house, trying not awake your grandfather.

When you wake up at five-thirty a.m. dreaming that you are taking off into outer space while sitting on a school table surrounded by children coloring and that you have forgotten your ear plugs and that no matter how much jaw-popping you do you can't clear your ear of that sound, it may be that you, in reality, have a bug in your ear.

After having had such an experience, and even after you feel certain that the bug has been removed from your ear, your ear may feel strange all day.

I have decided that when poor people actually rage to their congressmen that they "don't deserve universal health care," and that they are certain that any sort of government intervention in health care (except for Medicare, of course) is a sure sign of the end of the United States as we know it, I can only determine that these people have succumbed to fear. Fear promulgated by greed from the insurance and drug companies and by having a black (relatively) president. There. I said it. I think many of these people are racists at heart. Stone, cold racists who, in seeing a president of color, can only believe it's the end times and who, in some twisted talk-show logic, think that if our president's health care bill is not passed, his presidency will be brought down, thus bringing things back to "normal".

The death of Ted Kennedy makes me very sad. He was a man who made a horrible, tragic mistake in his younger years. And then spent the rest of his life being the advocate for the people who have no voice, for women, for children, for health care, for the rights of all, no matter how low on the social scale they were. His life was messy. He never seemed to give up on making it right.

Why has every automated phone menu recently been changed?

In my fantasy of Lily's birth, she goes so fast that Jason ends up delivering the baby while I make it to their house just in time to deliver the placenta and make sure her uterus contracts as it should and to tie and cut the cord and then hang around to tidy up and make soup while the baby nurses and Lily and Jason try to take in the fact that they have a beautiful, perfect son and he is born and in their arms.
Sigh.

I think some chickens do know their names and respond to them. Miss Penny for example.

I am coming to believe that I will never, ever in this lifetime be rid of the poison ivy.

I am going to Target today. For some reason, the very thought of this makes me a little bit excited. Is this wrong?

People who brag that they do not measure when they sew, but only estimate, then rip the cloth to that estimation should not try to make quilts.
Really.
I'm serious.
It's true.

If you put a few prunes in your smoothie, you will have no need of sweetener of any kind. Plus- extra fiber!

Prunes are indeed "dried plums" but raisins are also dried grapes and we do not go about trying to change their name.

Yesterday on my walk I saw two does and a young buck. They crossed the road in front of me and they were beautiful and silent and they looked at me warily as they leapt.

I am thinking I will just want my grandson to call me "Grandmama." Nothing fancy, nothing French, nothing cute. Just plain old Grandmama.

Why is it that it was only after I took the picture you see above of the little green lizard on the inside of my kitchen screen door and looked at it that I noticed the spider webs which you can so plainly see?

Squirrels spend their entire day this time of year, picking pecans, taking one bite of them, deciding they are not ripe, and throwing them on the ground.

I am thinking I need to learn to cook squirrel and if you know me (and Mr. Moon) you will realize I do not say that in jest.

Time for a walk. I need to get to Target!