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Snapshot #79
I call this one, “Keeping it Classy.”
I’m Dreaming of a Baby Elephant
My dreams are technicolor wonders. Many mornings I wake up and feel like I’ve just attended the world premiere of a major Hollywood movie. Of course upon further reflection the dreams come closer to being low budget indie productions, but still quite entertaining.
Take last night’s offering, for example. For some reason, Studly and I were living in an apartment complex. He sent me on an errand, and I drove around the inner courtyard of the complex trying to find an exit to the street. As I turned a corner I came face to face with the cutest baby elephant you’ve ever seen.
I couldn’t wait to tell Studly, so I hurried back to our apartment where I discovered him dressed in a beige plaid suit. Beige. Plaid. I tried to tell him about the baby elephant, but he told me to hurry up and get dressed because he was going to be in a friend’s wedding.
Most of my clothes were at our old house, but I quickly found a floral tutu type skirt in my closet and paired it with heels and a black t-shirt. As we set off in our car, the road became narrower, turning into a single lane, then a sidewalk, and finally something no wider than a curb. Our car morphed into a motorcycle and then a bicycle built for two as the road grew smaller.
Just before I woke up I looked back and the baby elephant was attempting to catch up to us. My arms ached with the need to cradle this little one.
Interestingly enough, I’ve had the narrowing road appear in my dreams often. In my amateurish attempts to analyze my dreams I’ve come to believe that my subconscious is reminding me that my options are narrowing as I grow older. But the baby elephant indicates that there are still sweet surprises awaiting. Where are you little elephant?
Peace, people!
Snapshot #78
Here it is, the fabled, “End of the Road.”
Family Photos
The Doright Family converged on Nashville, Tennessee, for Christmas. We rented a home on Old Hickory Lake through Home Away and spent four days in close quarters. I’m pleased to announce that not one of the twelve people present was harmed during our long weekend of enforced confinement. See, miracles do still happen.
As part of our Christmas gift our children arranged for a photographer to come out to the house on Christmas Eve to take family photos. The last family photos were circa 2002, so we were way past due.
Here are a few of my favorites:
Acoustic, Yet Radioactive
Sirius/XM satellite radio might be the greatest invention of all time. If talk radio is your thing, they’ve got you covered. News? Covered. Traffic and weather? Covered. Sports? They’re all over that. But greatest of all is the quality and quantity of channels catering to music.
Remember the old days when your favorite song would begin playing on an FM station just as the family’s Chevy pulled out of broadcast range? Torture! Especially if Daddy was driving. He wouldn’t even attempt to tune the dial to reclaim the song, as opposed to when he lost the signal for a high school football game broadcast on an AM station. Then we were treated to static of varying quality in his search for a even hint of the game. Good times, but I digress.
Thanks to Sirius/XM I can listen to one station for the entire length of my journey, barring brief interruptions incurred whilst driving under overpasses or through tunnels. Truly, it’s a beautiful thing.
My favorite music station on Sirius is Coffeehouse, where only acoustic versions of songs are featured. Some of the offerings are quirky, but others hit it out of the park. One day this week I heard Imagine Dragons’ acoustic version of their hit, Radioactive. I do believe it’s a home run.
Snapshot #77
Let’s call this one, “We’re Leaving it up for the Cats.”
I’ve Been Thinking
I’ve been thinking dangerous thoughts, like how will I handle living under a trump
regime, and how will I explain to my granddaughters that a man who publicly bragged
about sexually assaulting women was elected to the highest office in this great land?
I’ve been thinking about one person, one vote, and how the electoral college system
resulted in the unthinkable: a grossly unqualified reality television star as commander
in chief, all because a good many Americans chose to believe rumors about a woman,
while denying deplorable truths about a man. The patriarchy is alive and well here in River City.
I’ve been thinking that this country’s future rests now precariously in unstable hands,
Somewhere between the devil and the deep red sea. If this were a movie, our noble
knight would arrive on a charging steed, blades flashing, intent on saving us from ourselves.
He’d best hurry. I’m losing heart, and this is no movie. But, still, I’ve been thinking.
Resolutions, I Reckon
I resolve, she said, to abstain from running naked down the boulevard.
That’s no decent resolution, said he, since not doing that won’t be too hard.
Ha! she said, You’ve no idea of the urge I have to disrobe every night,
And jog joyfully down Monroe street clothed in nothing but moonlight.
In that case, he smiled sincerely, I hope this resolution breaks,
And I’ll wait for you on the capitol steps no matter how long it takes.
The New Year Approacheth
As the final few hours of 2016 tick away, Studly is yawning and I’m in my p.j.s.
Invitations? We had a few, but decided on spending a quiet night for two.
We’ll watch college football until 10 or so, then off to our bed we’ll gladly go.
At midnight I’ll give Studly a kiss; he’ll mumble I love you and return to his bliss.
The ball will drop in New York City, while my man and I snore along with our kitties.
Happy New Year to all, may this one be great, however you choose to celebrate.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 