Last night I dreamed I had Alzheimer’s. My asleep brain kept trying to quiz itself to see what it remembered. For example, on Friday I made a list of 4 things I had to do for work first thing on Monday morning. Right before bed, I did 3 of those things on Sunday night. Crazy brain kept exposing the fact to sleepy brain that it couldn’t remember that 1 remaining thing.
What was that ONE REMAINING ITEM on my list??
Almost in a panic while asleep, I’d convinced myself I probably wouldn’t even know my own name by morning! Either I was going bat shit crazy or I had Alzheimer’s! Take your pick, the prognosis for either was grim.
Oddly enough, this morning I remembered my name. I also completed that one remaining list item and even started a longer list for the rest of my day. I remembered the names of my 2 hound dogs too. BUT, I did forget to let them back in the house while typing this.
Dharma’s settled in bed and her feet occasionally paddle like she’s running. Sure hope she’s chasing a bunny and not being taunted by her own brain!
I don’t remember who shared those words of wisdom, but through the years I’ve found the advice to be sound for southern Indiana. The Derby this year is May 4th… two weeks from today. No snow here right now, but others that are not so very far from me have a slight ground covering.
It’s cold; it’s windy; and it’s raining. One of the chairs on our front porch was blown around at some point during the night, ending its travels on the sidewalk. Brrrrr! Where did you go, Spring?
And to think, I almost ignored the “Derby Rule” and planted flowers this week… when it was sunny and nearly 80°.
Even this little guy is probably cold! He’s all humped-up with wet fur gnawing on one of the last nuts leftover from winter, likely also wondering what happened to spring:
Because I slept till almost noon today (no. really.) what’s in my head within this first waking hour is profound.
The McKain family has been a whole lot of democrats for generations. Imagine my surprise when an older cousin posted an anti-democrat themed graphic today on Facebook. This is the very cousinthat publicly stated at a funeral, “As children, we believed we were the Kennedy family only poorer.“
The graphic shared was a photo of Saddam Hussein with the following quote, “We cannot defeat America by the sword. America must be defeated within their politics.” This was followed by, “He was telling the truth and this is exactly what the Democrats are doing by seating one Muslim at a time.“
I couldn’t find any verification via Google that the dude actually said that (doesn’t mean he didn’t), but for the sake of what I’m sharing, that isn’t what’s important.
What matters is that when a Kennedy turns against the Democrats, the entire future of the party is in trouble.
I read an article today about the perfect room temperature for sleeping like a baby. The article suggested your bedroom should be between 60°F and 63°F.
I do like my heat turned down at night — but that’s turned down to 67°F… not 60°F! Not only can I not imagine being comfortable at that temperature in the winter, but I REALLY can’t imagine what an electric bill would look like in July.
I can’t even remember where I found the crazy article now — but it was probably some click-bait alongside how to lose 25 pounds in 3 days. This is one room that will NOT be 60°F tonight… SNOW is coming. (Yippee!)
I’m in my 50’s and my brother is in his 60’s. We’ve each had our picture taken at least a bajillion times over the past 30 years or so. Imagine my surprise when I recently found the photos below holding the most prominent spot in our Mom’s wallet:
I have no idea if the photo of Scott is from the same year as the photo of me — but both were taken a minute ago. The photo of Ben with the Easter Bunny is now about 30 years old.
As parents, our kids will always be our kids. I know this because my Mom still refers to me as the “baby” of the family. While that used to drive me crazy, I use it now as payback for all the things my OLDER brother did to me growing up.
