Last nights' dream had Mary and Andy in it and I don't usually dream about them, or if I do, I don't remember it. More often than not, if Mary shows up, she's a young kid. In the dream last night I experienced pain. That was a strange memory for me to wake up with. Not a bad pain but I thought it was interesting that the pain stayed in my waking hour at all. One of the incidents was at a party for one of Mary's friends who I think wasn't all that excited about us being there as her place was a mess. She had boxes (large ones like appliance boxes) stacked up and they fell over and hit me on the head. I remember Andy and some old guy sitting next to him laughing. The other pain was when I was walking around this woman's house (messy floor) and I stepped on a button or bead and it hurt the heel of my foot. Now what in the hell was that all about? I suppose the boxes being stacked up is probably in reference to my waiting on a phone call to let me know I can move. Dreams have always been a fascination for me.
I finished a jigsaw puzzle this morning. Took a picture of it, posted on Facebook (what else 'ya gonna do?) and then took it apart and returned it to Jenni's house. I got out another from the back room (500 pieces, my preference) but I'm not in the mood just now to get going on it. I find myself going from one hobby/activity to another. Always seem to feel the need to be busy. I'll post photos at the end of this post of various things I'm working on.
One thing I am managing to accomplish is sitting down to read. I still end up dozing off now and again but I'm taking a stab at trying to stick with a book. I usually won't give them more than a 100 pages and if they haven't piqued my interest by then, they're history so I can move on to something else. I'm into a good murder mystery now and it's a real page turner. Called 'Hide' by Lisa Gardner. I'm also working on Dean Koontz's Frankenstein. Sitting in line waiting for his turn is one by Garrison Keillor called 'Love Me'. After those, I'll get started on the four that I ordered in Vilheim Moburg's series of The Emigrants.
My TV watching is hit and miss. Sometimes I find a movie that I like but I often have to search hard. Mainly because I have no patience anymore for movies with graphic sex scenes or grisly murder scenes. I also don't like evil people who get away with something and you have to wait until the end for them to get what's coming to them. I'm sure it's an age thing as my viewing tastes have altered 100% a lot of the time. I still love The Sopranos, Godfather movies and cop flicks with good acting and a decent story line but I'm happy watching nature shows too. That never used to happen. Same with cooking shows. Some of them I can't abide but those I find favor with, I love to watch. So many of those reality shows these days are pure garbage with doofus people and enormous egos. I speak as mean to them as I do to other drivers when I'm out and about and find that people are dumb all over.
I've got a little tinnitis going on right now. It's been plaguing me all week. I started getting a few dizzy spells in the middle of August and finally went to urgent care last week when the problem was worsening. The PA decided it was wax impactment in my ears and had me buy some $11 drops to put in for four days. It's finally working. The dizziness isn't completely gone but has let up enough so I can quit worrying that I have a brain tumor. Yeah, that's the way I think. Always on death's door.
I've been studying some notation I made on my calendar for Sept. 19. I wrote HFH afternoon. Haven't a clue what that means and it's driving me crazy. One of the things I do during the day is work crossword puzzles. I have one big fat book that could keep me busy until I'm 80. I do get disgusted sometimes, however, when they expect me to know very obscure things nobody would know. I also get annoyed when clues that want me to know foreign languages. Just another reminder to me that I took the wrong courses in high school. And some clues stay with me for days as I think about what the answer might be. This morning I had to look up "ranch call" because I couldn't figure it out and didn't want to peek 'cause it was only three letters. Felt dumb when I realized the answer was MOO.
I kind of miss my bird baths that I got rid of in my downsizing project to prepare for a move to a small apartment. I still have a hummingbird feeder, though, so that will have to amuse me for now. I had my pink flamingos in a pot on the deck but they got on my nerves when the wind sent them all spinning. (like they're supposed to so I don't know what my problem is). I put them out front so I can't hear them. Living alone can make you irritable sometimes. I woke up to pee at 2:30 and couldn't get back to sleep for an hour as I heard the helicopters "practicing".
Okay. Here's my various "keep Joyce busy projects" --
These are going to be little knitted Xmas bells. I was going to put little ringing bells inside but they were $4.50 for a small pkg at Joanne's and that defeats my whole purpose of giving inexpensive gifts.
Interesting story in the Leader this week about a 62-yr old man in Brinnon who lived for two years with his dead mother seated in a chair surrounded by car fresheners. She apparently died of natural causes and he's out of jail so he must be mental. (naturally)
Well, it's 6 pm so time to reheat that tuna casserole for another gourmet meal. Suppose I should make up a salad too.
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