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.

Dream end.

Another DIY Project

I noticed that the air blowing out of our furnace vents seems weak this year. Something needed to be done. Shouting, “To the net,” I did some research. The first thing I did was change the filter, which helped — that rascal was filthy. I then set a calendar reminder to check and change it every three months. Then I visited the crime scene for clues.

Our furnace is a Tempstar L9 unit horizontally mounted in the attic above the garage. I’ve been up there to deal with problems before so I’m comfortably familiar with it. It’s our original unit, so it’s almost sixteen years old. I’m embarrassed to admit, the blower hasn’t been cleaned since the capacitor failed ten years ago. I decided to do two things, based on research: clean the blower and increase its speed.

Both were easy, with the second part being easiest. The heating and cooling systems use the same blower and ducts (yeah, duh). But the wiring on my system can only specify that one of them has the higher blower setting, and that is the A/C. So I switched it so the heating has that setting for the winter. Before I started messing with the wires, I perused the manual’s wiring table and instructions and then photographed the original wire placement with my phone. I’ve learned to do that last anytime I’m dealing with switches and wires. It’s saved my butt a few times.

Now it’s all much improved. I’m once again grateful to the net and its helpful videos. Finishing, I set another calendar reminder for the summer, so I can go back up in there and switch over the wires for the air conditioning. Have a good one. Cheers

Tempting Tuesday’s Theme Music

Misty and 25 degrees F. Graylight bangs in through the windows. Gray stillness enthralls the landscape.

The cold outside works with the moment to tempt my spirit to cozy up under my duvet and covers and just hang tight in that warm cocoon for just a little longer, perhaps until March. The mists rule beyond a few hundred feet, depriving me of any mountain views. As far as I know, the lip of the world’s end is just over on the next street.

This is Tuesday, December 13, 2022. Not much of a holiday vibe rings the air. Sure, there’s Christmas music on store speakers. Holiday music thrills the coffee house ambiance off and on through the hours. Stores have some holiday items on display but overall, it feels like the holiday launch was premature and already peaked. Now we’re just waiting for the finale and the curtain fall so we can applaud and go on to the next big thing. Perhaps this is only my sentiments. Not many people seem jolly. Anxious is more how I’d color them. Anxious and tired.

It’s going to be 46 F as a high today. Of course, these are the same weather geniuses telling me that it’s sunny out there. Maybe it’s same zip code, different worlds. Sunrise entered at 7:31 but it was already light throughout the house by then. It seems like daylight is already showing up earlier in the morning. The sun show will end shortly before dark.

Freedom is on my mind this morning. I often feel constrained. Most of this is my own doing as I set up schedules to write, eat, exercise, and relax. Cats (2) and wife (1) add to this constraint, by their needs and wants. So does house and car mischief and the business of residing in the U.S. So I chaff. Even so, I know others have it much, much worse. It’s a fascinating thing, a web of emotions, logic, and expectations. Not complaining, I protest, just stating it as I see it.

The Neurons noted my subject on their radar. Their response was adding “Freedom! ’90” by George Michaels to the morning mental music stream. The song is about freedom and reflects his feeling that he’d lost freedom because of his stardom. Cry me a sea, right? But many celebrities end up on Michaels’ path, lamenting what success has done to their privacy. It’s a tricky labyrinth to follow, but that’s seen in most endeavors attempted where success is found. Success pulls admiration and brings more pressure to succeed and be. It ends up like golden handcuffs.

Now, I knew this song when it came out in 1990. Heard it on the radio all the time. Knew of Michaels and his success. But I’d never seen the video associated with the song. Seeing it today, I read more about Michaels’ reflections and frustration with success and freedom.

I know, waa-ville. Okay, I accept that. Stay positive and test negative. I’m up for a cup of coffee now. The cats are with me. Not that they’ll be having coffee — I shudder to think of them hopped up on caffeine — I mean, woof — but they’ll accompany me as I leave the office, make the brew, etc.

Here’s the tune. Hope your Tuesday works out well. Cheers

Writing Prompt # 210

Boy, have I got memories of this! LOL

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Welcome to another week of writing. ‘Tis the season…as Christmas day approaches, the weather for some of us might have already started to change drastically. For some it can bring cheer and merriment while for others it can become a bad thing that separates them from their loved ones. Your task today, if you choose to accept it is to, “Write about a day in the cold, when you forgot your jacket.”

Have a great weekend and don’t stop writing!

W.P. # 210 Write about a day in the cold, when you forgot your jacket.

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“We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.” ~Joan Didion — A Pondering Mind

Yep. Then later, you remember and wonder how you ever forgot that.

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Yep. Then later, you remember and wonder how you ever forgot that.

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Saturday’s Theme Music

It’s a slow-start Saturday. My vaxxes have taken me down a bit. Ah, well. Concerned floofs are providing constant attention. They keep coming by to ask if I’m alright and if I could give them more kibble. Kind of them.

Sunrise conquered our valley quickly after its 7:06 appearance this morning. A cloudless sky, but the winds are something else. Infused with glacial flavors, winds rocked us all night, and are still up to it. Despite that, we’re at 47 F and expect to hit 57 F. The winds currently sound like aircraft taking off a short distance away. For the record, this is Saturday, November 19, 2022. We’ve gone below the two-week warning for November. If you dreamed goals of doing something in November, hope you’re getting it done because the calendar is emptying.

Sunset will fall at 4:46 this evening. The wind did denude many trees. Our ‘little’ one — it’s about twenty feet tall, nothing compared to the huge old oaks, pines, and firs that live along this street — was stripped bare yesterday. When we left in the late morning, it was still rich and lively with foliage. Last night, gone. That’s how change sometimes work, swift and sudden.

My theme song for today comes from a comment to my wife last night. In response to her claim that we’re old — we’re in our sixties — I answered my usual, that we can be as young as we act. Then, for good measure, I had Alexa play today’s theme song, “We Are Young” by fun. from 2011. The conversation continued, though, through lists of things we used to be able to do when we were young, and the energy that we had back then, you know?

Stay positive, test negative, get your vaxes in your asses. Well, actually, these were injected into my arm. Just ate a bowl of hot oatmeal. For my next trick, I will attempt to brew and drink a cup of hot black coffee. Or maybe some floofs and I will snuggle in bed and read while the wind sings to us. It’s a coin toss.

Here’s the music. Cheers

Inspirational Quote # 4537

I identify with this quote. So many can’t change how they see others, and must act on that, torturing logic, evidence, and truth so the narrative fits what they see, and not what the other actually is.

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