Sweet Dreams

It’s such a bummer when I don’t have time to write.  Or when I’m just too tired to think.  Or when Plinky fails to inspire me and I can’t even remember what enthusiasm is.  Funny thing though, that’s when I usually sit down to compose a ‘just now’ blog, simply for the fun of seeing what wild and wonderful things my befuddled brain might see fit to reveal to the world.

Okay, first thing is – my brain is NORMAL.  I am not making this up, but have it on good authority.  I got a call from my doctor’s office this morning, and I can’t think of any good reason they might have to deceive me on this.  “We have the results of your scan and everything came back normal” the nurse said.  She sounded completely sincere.  Obviously the MRI people did not have to diliberate over my brain scan for two whole weeks after all.  In fact I think they may have taken one look at it and chucked it across the room so they could get on with the much more interesting abnormal ones.

But it’s apparent to me that those MRI’s don’t tell you everything.  Because even though my brain appears to be unexceptional and your typical garden variety gray matter, it doesn’t necessarily follow that it allows me to do only ordinary common run of the mill things. Unfortunately.  Yesterday I got annoyed with the length of my hair and took the clippers to it.  It isn’t the first time I’ve done this, but it IS the first time I’ve ended up with an ALMOST bald spot on the back of my head.  I suppose I could say they had to shave it for the MRI if anyone freaks out about it.

Second thing is – my boring answers to the latest boring plinky prompts.  Feel free to skip over this if you find yourself nodding off.  Here we go.  In descending order.

What are the top five websites you’d hate to live without?  Facebook, Netflix, WordPress, Google, Amazon, Wikipedia, YouTube, Dictionary.com, my on-line banking sites and WestJet.  And yes, I know that’s ten.  So sue me.

Do you usually remember your dreams?  I remember some details for about five minutes and then promptly forget them.  What I do remember for much longer is how they made me feel.  Frightened, happy, sad, confused.  Once I woke up with a strong urge to choke W. because of whatever stupid thing he did in my dream that made me furious.  Sometimes I wake up laughing, sometimes I’m on the verge of tears.  I guess I have rather emotional nights once in awhile.  And that’s where the confusion comes in, when it takes some time to sort out the dream from the reality.

Have you started making plans for the upcoming holiday season?  Ummmm….sort of.  But my plans are at the mercy of other people who get to make their plans first.  So I’m waiting.  No worries, though.  I’m flexible, and pretty fast at whipping up plans at the last minute.

Do we still need daylight saving time?  Well OF COURSE we do.  If we didn’t still need it, we wouldn’t still have it.  Honestly.  What else do you know of that everyone gets to hate with a passion in the spring and love dearly in the fall?  Being ridiculously early or pathetically late for appointments is the only fun some people have to look forward to all year.  I’d hate to deprive them of that.  Plus, changing the time forward and backward at regular intervals is a good way of making one face the fact that there are entirely too damned many clocks in ones house.

What is the most delicious meal you can get for under ten bucks?  I like the Swiss Chalet Festive Special, and if it’s more than ten bucks, it’s still worth it.  Chicken, stuffing, cranberries, roll, choice of side and Lindor Chocolate Truffles.  Christmas dinner that somebody else makes.  You cannot beat that for delicious.

Describe your most memorable Hallowe’en.  I started to write an answer to this one and it was going quite well in the build-up to the memorable part..  However, the ‘trick’ we played was something only a twelve year old could appreciate.  And no matter how hard I tried I could not make it any less dull than it was all those years ago when all was said and done.  But I remember it fondly anyway simply because I got away with it and lied like a trooper when confronted.  So why confess after all these years?  It’s one of those secrets that is worth much more for keeping it than for giving it away.

In other breaking news, W leaves for Ontario tomorrow for a week, spending Remembrance Day with his vetran father, and visiting his mom and brother, and whatever else he sees fit to get up to off on his own. On Sunday I’m flying up to the frozen north  to help out with the grandchildren while my daughter-in-law comes down here for surgery on her jaw.  I can spare a week – wish it could be longer, because her recovery time is much longer than that.  Still waiting for more news on my brother but things seem to be progressing well at the moment for him.

We don’t have any snow here yet although some is forecast for Sunday.  Huh.  I suppose when I start talking about the weather it’s time to stop talking altogether.  So goodnight, sweet dreams.  Think twice before you choke your significant other.  In his dreams he may have been trying to do something nice for you, you never know.