Saturday’s Theme Music
“Overture! Hit the lights! This is it, the night of nights.” That’s the Bugs Bunny Show theme music. The show was my favorite Saturday morning show for several years. I have not seen it in decades and I don’t know if it’s still broadcast. I suspect it is.
Yes, it’s 2022’s final day. The song is over. Fog in the morning, issue a warning. Rain and fog are again the day’s ruling roosters. The sun tapped in at 7:39 AM, bringing up the light to see the fog. Temperature then was 41 F; it’s now 42 F, with a 50 degree high projected and rain. Sunset is 4:48 PM. Then into New Year’s Eve. We’ll be dining out with friends and then to a local hotel for dancing until Midnight. A local band, who are also friends, will provide the music. We will be masked although a friend reports health authorities find no COVID in our town’s wastewater. There is the flu surging around here, though. Restlessness and the desire to do something is pushing the evening agenda.
The last time we saw the new year in like this was back in 2019, I think. Our companions then were the same as the ones going out with us tonight. They packed it in about an hour before midnight. If you’ve seen one new year, you’ve seen them all, is this gang’s opinion. Sadly, though, the night marks the final night of the restaurant where we’re eating. They’re going out of business after twenty-five years. It’s Thai food and I’ve only eaten there three times since I’ve lived here. Two of those times was on New Year’s Eve.
A Boz Scaggs song called “Breakdown Dead Ahead” is in the morning mental music stream. Do Der Neurons know something that they’re trying to tell me with this 1980 musical choice? They always give me the feeling that they know more than they’re letting on to me. It sometimes feels like they’re deliberately withholding information to make me look or feel inept. I think I’m going to keep an eye on them. I just don’t feel like I can trust them, you know what I’m saying?
Coffee time. (And now The Neurons have substituted coffee time for hammer time and are playing that melody. They’re loony tunes up there in my head.) Stay pos, test negative, and enjoy the holiday as you can. Do you have big plans?
Till next year. Yes, it’s a law that the joke be put out there as often as humanly possible. At least, that’s what The Neurons are telling me. Cheers
A Dream of Sisters & Mom
I have four sisters. Two dropped in a my dream last night, along with Mom. Time was spent thinking about Mom yesterday.86, she’s on a slow decline, but she fights to stave everything off and keep going. ‘How long can that fight continue’ is the natural question. I’ve witnessed it with others. I segued into thinking about Mom when she was my current age, remembering how she was at that time, comparing her to me, a flimsy exercise at best.
The dream started with Mom at my age. Twenty years younger, I was visiting her. She was bustling around as Mom spends her waking hours doing. She has lists and cleaning projects and her daughters and grandchildren. It was a busy scene. Not any home I knew from RL, I went up into Mom’s room during a still moment. A small white, square sink was in the corner of her room. Going to use it, I discovered the drain was heavily sealed with white tape. Odd, I thought, but they obviously don’t want it to be used.
I found bathroom downstairs. A double white sink, also square, was along one wall. I went to it and found those drains covered with white tape just like Mom’s sink.
I left the room and encountered my young sister — the little sister. I asked her about the drains. She replied that, yes, they had a clog.
I was appalled. And this was their solution? They needed to have that taken care of soon because winter was coming. If total plumbing failure came in the winter because of a clog, they’d have a real mess and it would be more expensive to address.
Everyone except Mom left, leaving Mom behind at home, and went to another sister’s house. Also a younger sister, she was my ‘little sister’ until another was born six years after her. She was deep into her career in the dream, as in RL, a banking VP. She handed me her black briefcase as we chatted. Goofing around, I opened it and found VHS and audio cassette tapes, along with her lunch in a brown paper bag. (The last is true for sis, too; she usually took a brown batag lunch to work. Still usually does in RL.) The lunch I understood, but the tapes? Oh, I get bored, she told me. Why didn’t she take an iPod or CDs or something? She didn’t know what those were. I realized I was thinking of things that were still in the future, and this dream was taking place in the past.
Leaving my sister’s house as a chattering, happy group, we headed down the street and across to a university. Arriving there, we encountered a group going through orientation. Focused on safety, they were talking about how people crossed the street, point out that the large crosswalks (which I was using as they said this) often go unused. As I reached the other side, my sister told me that she’d forgotten something and could I go back to her place and fetch it for her. Sure.
I turned around, checked traffic, and ran across the street. As I did, I heard the orientation leader say, “Many young people first arriving here often cross the street just by running across it wherever they are, regardless of traffic.”
Well, I was using the crosswalk, I told myself, even though I was amused, so I’m not like them! I ran down the street to sis’s place, found the forgotten folder, and jogged out. She called as I did, telling me that they’re at another location, and gave me directions for how to get there because I was visiting and didn’t know the area.
Well, I was the crosswalk by that point. I didn’t have the light but I checked the traffic and veered off the crosswalk at a easy jog as the orientation group stood by, talking about proper safety when crossing the street. At that point, I looked at the leader and realized it was the young man who married one of my nieces. Confusion fell on me because the niece and her future husband weren’t born yet, although my sister — the middle youngest one — was pregnant with the girl and was due in a few months.
With that in mind, I hailed him, confirming his name and saying, hello. He replied that he wasn’t ready to meet me yet, and that wasn’t going to happen if I crossed the street unsafely as I’d just done. My phone rang at that point with my sister asking me where I was. Holding the phone up, I used it to find her and shift myself to her location.
Friday’s Wandering Thought
It’s an old joke, heard every year at this time. People leaving and going in different directions tell each other as if it’s brand new, “Well, I’ll see you next year.”
Everyone laughs like it’s never been heard before.
Friday’s Theme Music
A colorless, empty sky drips on us. Friday, 12/30/2022 — 30/12/2022, if you will — has come in from the wild.
Three songs share the rotation in the morning mental music stream. I don’t know if the dream caused it, but they were regurgitated out of memory when I started thinking about the dream. Mom and two of my sisters featured in the dream about crosswalk safety and clogged sinks.
But, first, daylight commenced at 7:39 when light slowly gained influence behind the cloud lid over the valley. Rain was falling and the furnace’s warm air passed against me like a friendly animal waiting for attention. Daylight’s end is expected at 4:48 PM. We’re sitting at 42 F and the day has a lofty goal of 46 F in mind. Between light, rain, and temperature — and my activities of reading, writing, cleaning, plus the usual bio needs for human and felines — it’s a narrowly defined day. Getting ready for the big 2022 send-off. What do you think, will 2023 be a better year? I think another average year is in store. With averages, it’s different for each of us, innit?
Led Zeppelin kicked off its residence in the morning mental music stream with “Whole Lotta Love” from good old 1969. It wasn’t long as the dream elements arose for inspection that Gerry Rafferty began “Baker Street”, a song he released in 1978. The musical trio was completed with Loggins and Messina, “Your Mama Don’t Dance”, 1972. An interesting grouping of sounds, artists, and years. Don’t know the connection to the dream. Maybe one isn’t there. Perhaps Les Neurons just said, “Boy, I really like this song.” Or maybe something embedded in the environment, noted by the senses, ordered, “Play this song.”
Well, Rafferty with “Baker Street” is playing loudest and most frequently, so that’ll be the day’s theme music. “Light in your head and dead on your feet, well another crazy day,” and so on.
Stay positive if you can — I know it can be hard and varies for each of us — and test negative, if you can. Got any New Year’s Eve plans? I do, starting a cuppa coffee, a little flavor of normalcy for another rainy winter day. Cheers
Govfloofnor (floofinition) – Animal who exercises authority over a group or area.
In use: “Tucker is the Household Govfloofnor or HG, and as such, must be present to enter any room first when a door, package, bottle, or window is open, to issue his approval that it’s okay for others.”