Velfloofteen (floofinition) – Short fur that feels amazingly soft and comforting.
In use: “Many people delight in resting a cheek against a floof’s velfloofteen body. One can almost feel the stress and anxiety melt away.”
Wednesday’s Theme Music
We’ve landed on a Wednesday, which happens to be March 24, 2021. In one week, 2021’s third month will end. It’s flyin’ fast, innit?
Opalescent clouds shaded grey again war with blue sky. The clouds’ thinness and weak numbers allow lazy solshine in, warming us to 42 degrees F. Sol lumbered over the horizon (if you want to think of that way) at 7:08 AM, and will slink away around 7:28 PM in Ashland.
A cat awoke me at about three forty dark AM. After releasing the ginger mini-puma into the wilds (he’d be back in thirty minutes), I settled in bed with a parade of thoughts. With them eventually came song lyrics.
But I kept on looking for a sign
In the middle of the night
But I couldn’t see the light
No, I couldn’t see the light
I kept on looking for a way
To take me through the night
I couldn’t get it right
I couldn’t get it right
h/t to Genius.com
Yes, it’s the Climax Blues Band with their 1977 hit, “Couldn’t Get It Right”. Band member Derek Holt explained that the song was principally about searching for a Holiday Inn sign in hopes of finding rooms and beds for the night as they drove around. I feel like it’s a good metaphor for feeling lost or just wandering, what do you do next?
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask, and get the vax. Cheers
Underfloof
Underfloof – (floofinition) 1. Animal who lives below houses and other structures.
In use: “Many homeowners have discovered that underfloof often include raccoons and skunks seeking places to shelter and raise their babies.”
2. Pet who is reliably beneath their people’s chair when they’re sitting, below the blankets when the people go to sleep, or beneath their feet when they’re walking around.
In use: “Underfloofs like Boo, the bedroom panther, are often tripping hazards as they silently hurry foot to foot as Keri walked, forcing her to veer left and right for fear of kicking the feline or stepping on him.”
Thanksgiving & Wedding Dream
The dream began with a gathering and an agreement. I and two other men would take eight women around on a trip. Don, a friend, was one of the other men. I didn’t know the women but, dressed in white toga gowns, they seemed like friends.
We hopped into a big light blue convertible. I never clearly glimpsed the car, but the imprint gained was it was a large American machine from the sixties. A ’63 Chevy Impala comes to mind. Don’t know any that would fit eleven of us, though. The trip commenced with traffic lights, talk, and confusion about where we were and we were going, never with arguments, though. Just discussions. One stop was a busy water park. The other men and I hadn’t been participating in the women’s activities; we were their drivers and guides. Now, though, we stripped down to shorts and ran through the park, playing in water.
But, it was time for a wedding! That’s why we were here. And I was getting married. I needed to rush to shower and get into suitable wedding attire, which seemed to be black jeans with a black shirt. Dressing as I went, I ran to the church and — that was that. No ceremony ensued. Next that I knew, the wedding was over. The trip was finished.
The women said good-byes. Sitting on the car hood side by side, Don invited me on another trip. He was going and thought I’d be interested. Two trips were available. He described them. As he described the second (no words from it are remembered), I interjected, “That’s the one that I want.”
He smiled. “I thought you would. It’s their traditional thanksgiving, and I was pretty sure that you’d want to go.” We talked about the food. He was smiling, reassuring me, yes, there would be gravy, turkey with stuffing, and mash potatoes.
I grew hungry and excited. Agreeing that I wanted to go, we got into the shiny, light blue convertible with Don driving. The dream ended.
Tuesday Theme Music
Wearing a black arm band…again. Another mass shooting in the United States took place in Boulder, Colorado, where a 21-year-old man killed ten people at a grocery store.
Here comes the cycle. We’ll hear about hearts and prayers. Then people will say, “Now is not the time to talk about gun control.” The NRA will launch a publicity campaign. We’ll hear that Biden (again) is coming for your guns. Gun and ammo sales will rise. Arguments will rage about whether automatic weapons should be readily available to anyone and the meaning of the Second Amendment. Then, finally, something will happen: there will be another shooting. The cycle will begin again.
Today is Tuesday, March 23, 2021. Doesn’t look much different in the sky, where pearlescent white clouds flirt with bright blue and sunshine soaks us.
Sol appeared at 7:09 AM over the Ashland sky, and will depart at 7:23 PM.
Dreams again dictate my music preference for the day’s theme music. I dreamed about a wedding, so Billy Idol’s “White Wedding” leaped into the morning’s mental musical mash up. But I’ve done that song a few times. I instead convinced myself to feature “Eyes Without A Face” from 1984. It’ll do.
Try staying positive. COVID-19 news is mostly good in the United States. Some hotspots remain. We’re in danger of new spikes because of complacency and carelessness, but vaccinations are progressing, despite some people fearing it because they’re anti-vaxxers, or because they believe something like Bill Gates is using the vaccines to chip and follow them, or that COVID-19 is overblown or a hoax, and that millions around the world haven’t died or aren’t hospitalized. Try staying positive, test negative, wear a mask, and get the vax.
Here’s the music. Cheers
Silent Floof
Silent floof
at my feet
waiting to see
if he’ll get a treat
if not that
maybe a scratch on the head
if not that
he’ll just go back to bed
Día Del Floof
Día Del Floof (floofinition) – Often called Floof Day by some, “Day of the Floof” is an annual floofiday to remember and celebrate animals who previously graced people’s lives. It was created in homage to the many great animals who served humans or were their friends.
In use: “Día Del Floof, observed on March 29th in many countries, usually includes a minute of silence to remember animals no longer alive followed by giving gifts and special treats and toys to animals. Some use the day to give generously to animal shelters and animal causes.”
Stealing Batteries Deam
I’d dream I was back with folks from my military time — my final assignment, actually — but we weren’t in the military. I’d started a new job and was pleased and happy. The bosses and co-workers all seemed to take a shine to me. Things were going well. Then (you knew it was coming), one co-worker asked me to put something into an envelope for him and stamp it secret. He gave me the something, adding as he walked away, “I need to take it with me when I leave, so if you could hurry it up.”
I was eager to please, so I set right about taking care of it. Putting something in an envelope and marking it…no prob!
But, the something was a package of batteries. Eight of them. They were about C sized. Each was bundled to function as two.
Confusion struck. I was fetching an envelope but was asking myself, what’s going on? Why am I doing this? I remembered that he wanted to stamp this secret. Secret? Why?
As I cottoned to what was up — he was stealing these batteries — the bosses came around. One was a short female who I once worked for. She was just chattering away with a big smile. I was nodding and smiling back while hiding the batteries as I saw the requesting co-worker give me an anxious look over her shoulder.
Time was running out. The boss wanted something else done. “Okay,” I agreed, “but I need to finish this first.”
She wanted to know what I was doing but then veered off to another work area. I hurried to put the batteries into the envelope, seal it, and stamp it. The first thing was done but then another supervisor, a guy I worked with at a start-up after retiring, came by to see what I was doing. I hid the envelope and chatted away as the operation around me began to close up for the day. I needed to hurry. I wanted to help this guy because he’d come to me, and I didn’t want to disappoint him, even if I did wonder, was it worth it? Why was he stealing batteries? How much did batteries cost?
Then, though, I gave up. Instead, I found myself in the kitchen. Most of the others were already gone. Dishes with half-eaten food on them were on the stainless steel sink counter. Another co-worker (also from my last assignment) said, “We need to clean this up.” So, we did. The last thing I remember was scrapping a half-eaten piece of pie from the plate into the trash and then turning to wash it in the sink as the water ran.
