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Sharing My World 60

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Share Your World 2016 Week 36

If you were given a boat or yacht today, what would you name it? (You can always sell the yacht later)

Isn’t naming a boat a funny thing to do?  It’s like naming your lawn mower.  Of course if you had more than one it would make sense when you were having a conversation about them I suppose.  I’m going to cut the grass with Gregory today.  Xavier is out of gas.  I live far from any good place to sail a yacht and have never been a lover of boats, so yes, I would be selling this very expensive gift.  But probably not on kijiiji. People on there are mostly psycho.  I know, I’m just rambling on giving myself time to think up a good boat name.  With my luck, any boat of mine would likely sink, so I might name it “The Thelma and Louise”, because that didn’t end well.

Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey) Plus what would the 8th dwarf’s name be?

My first inclination with this very serious question was to choose Doc, because his personality traits are less clear than those of the others.  And nobody wants to be labeled grumpy. But just to be sure, I took a Zimbio Quiz (there are on-line quizzes for any number of bizarre things) only to discover that I am Sleepy.  Not only were the quiz creators surprised I made it to the end without dozing off, so was I.  The question about what I would do if my car broke down on the way to work where I chose “call AMA and have a nap while waiting for them to arrive” was a good indication of where I was headed.

The eighth dwarf already has a name.  Stealthy, according to “Once Upon a Time”.  A tv show with that name would never lie.  Plus I can’t make my brain come up with anything better.

Name a song or two which are included on the soundtrack to your life.

Well, because I’m so sleepy, how about “Dreams” by the Cranberries.

All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way

In all my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I’ve felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more

And…..Mr Sandman, because I love the harmony.

Complete this sentence: I like watching…

The second season of Schitts Creek.  Maybe it’s my strangely Canadian sense of humour, but I find the whole thing hilariously funny.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am so grateful to my daughter for all her hard work this summer that I’m thinking I should do some work for her, maybe helping her put down a tile floor in her house.  The one I did in the bedroom was surprisingly easy.  It’s just those self stick tiles which I’ve had good luck with before and they are 18 by 18 inch squares so the whole process was quick.  Also wasn’t very expensive, always a plus. So if I spatter acrylic paint and glue all over this floor I won’t get too depressed about it.

I am looking forward to W coming home in the next couple of weeks, and then to a visit from my sister and her family, including her grandchildren the end of this month.  Hard to believe it’s been two years since we were there.  Time flies and kids grow up and change and fly away too before you know it.  Or in my case, nap through most of it.

Peace out.

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Like a Stone

William Powell Frith - Sleep
William Powell Frith – Sleep

March 23rd Daily Prompt:  Mr. Sandman 

What kind of sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?

(I know this is yesterdays prompt, and I would have done it yesterday if I hadn’t needed to take so many naps.  It’s the only sane way to spend a Monday.)

I am a marathon sleeper.  If sleeping were an Olympic event I would be a high ranking favourite, a definite contender for the gold.  I have been in training my entire life.  When I was a baby my mother said her envious friends were sure she must be sedating me.  She could plop me down on any flat surface while she visited and drank tea and I would stay happily passed out until it was time to bundle me up again and take me home.  It was anyone’s guess what color my eyes were for several months because they were so rarely open.

I don’t remember ever being freaked out by bedtime as a child.  Or as an adult either.  So when I gave birth to a daughter who couldn’t seem to figure out how to sleep for more than four hours at a stretch until she was six months old, and then bumped it up to six hours between midnight and six a.m. until she was almost two – well that was enough to make me totally rethink the parenting thing, never mind my new zombie-like personality caused by sleep deprivation.  She was the kind of kid who would jump up and down in the middle of the room and sing and dance to stay awake.  After that I had a less confusing child who restored my faith in the existence of our family’s powerful sleep gene.  I never loved my son so much as when he would look at me with his forlorn little face at the end of the day and say “Is it time to go to bed yet?”

Although pitch black silence is nice for inducing sleep, for me it’s not a necessary requirement.  My grandma could fall asleep anywhere and so can I.  A loud noise or the phone ringing or incessant and annoying snoring (not mentioning any names here) will wake me up easily enough, but if I’m not sufficiently rested I will be ridiculously cranky until you shut up and go away and leave me alone.  Or give me coffee.  That also works.

Maybe I was a raving insomniac in a past life and in this one I’m making up for all that lost sleep. Sleep is such a lovely thing.  I don’t understand why we all don’t do more of it.  Although I’ve heard there are people who would like to do that and can’t.  That makes me feel like one of the lucky ones.   It’s like my brain has an off switch triggered by simply closing my eyes.  Is that a blessing or a curse?  I don’t know.  Maybe the mysteries of the universe can only be solved at 3 a.m., in which case I probably won’t be the one doing that.

But I’m sure this talent for dropping happily off into dreamland and staying there for hours has to be a true indicator of an untroubled mind, right?

Anyway, don’t think too hard about that.  Just agree with me.  You’ll sleep better.

Saturday Night at the Movies

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On the weekend I watched “Rise of the Guardians” with my grandchildren, and thoroughly enjoyed it.  I think they did too. The popcorn at any rate was a big hit.

When I was a child I believed in Jack Frost.  I had a teacher who told me if I didn’t stop pouting Jack Frost would come along and freeze my “mad” face and I’d never be able to smile again.  You better believe I took that guy seriously.  So I was a little surprised to be watching a movie in which children didn’t believe in him, even though evidence of his existence was everywhere in the magic of their winter fun.

What a great cast of characters!  All apparently chosen by the Man in the Moon.

Nicholas St. North, Guardian of Wonder (aka Santa Claus) has a very strong Russian accent, and Yetis working for him.

E. Aster Bunnymund, Guardian of Hope (aka Easter Bunny) is six feet tall and has an Australian accent.

The Tooth Fairy, Guardian of Memories, collects children’s teeth, which hold their most precious memories.

Sandy, Guardian of Dreams (aka the Sandman) doesn’t speak, but communicates with sand images above his head.

Pitch Black, the Nightmare King (aka the Boogeyman) the essence of fear –  because every story needs at least one villain.

Jack Frost, eventually to become Guardian of Fun, if he can just get somebody to believe in him.

It’s a simple story with a lot of tense situations caused by the Boogeyman, who wants to stop children from believing in anything except him and his nightmares.  It was especially sad when it looked like he destroyed the Sandman, but don’t worry, he came back.  Hope that doesn’t ruin the suspense for you.

And of course there’s a lovely happy ending, with the Boogeyman banished back under the bed.  Kids can still believe in him, but if they don’t fear him, he has no power over them.  And if they believe in the Guardians, they will always be there to protect them.  How totally awesome is that.

At the end we all picked our favourite guardian – Omayja loved the tooth fairy, Corey liked Jack Frost, Madison thought Santa was the best even though he was kind of mean. (Or maybe because he was mean, I’m not sure.)   Kale might have said the big rabbit, because he’s eleven and was playing computer games the whole movie and pretending not to listen and therefore declined to comment so I’ve made that assumption for him.  And I liked the Sandman because he was so lovely and quiet.

So there you go, it’s a movie with something in it for everyone.