HOOK

I had a blackish bump on my right arm between the wrist and the elbow. Therefore, the doctor was going to cut off my arm and get me a prosthesis. I wanted one with a real-looking hand, that worked (more or less) like a real hand, but it would cost sixty thousand dollars, and I couldn't afford that, so I was going to have to get used to having a hook instead. Do you think maybe this was because I watched a "Peter Pan" DVD twice with my grandkids yesterday...?

Secrets

There is a secret code to blogging. Write on your birthday, then subtract every other letter, and the secret will be revealed!

Also, I was writing a legal document in ink, in all capital letters, on a piece of Kleenex. Someone mysterious was instructing me which letters to write. It is not easy to write with ink, on Kleenex.

Disappearing Acts

Night before last I had another stress dream: We were doing a reader's theater version of a play of Tenessee Williams, I think it was supposed to be "Glass Menagerie," but the lines weren't familiar. At least we had a script in front of us, however, it was all written on scraps of loose paper, cloth, etc., and the lines kept appearing and disappearing. The house was full.

Last night Robby G.'s personal information in the About Me part of his Blog said he'd been teaching school on "Puffin Island, Alaska," and in spite of his having been there for so long, it didn't prove puffins existed, as he had never seen one. Which reminded me of this old poem by Florence Page Jacques that kept running through my head and I couldn't go back to sleep....

There once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea

And he ate little fishes
That were most delicious
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.

...

Then along came the fishes
And they said, "If you wishes
You can have us for playmates
Instead of for tea!"

So they now play together
In all sorts of weather
And the Puffin eats pancakes
Like you and like me.

Etiology: Cause & Effect

...so, Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amydala were getting married. There were tons of people there for the wedding. My friend Carolyn C. and I were trying to get home. We had to go west, and I knew of a road that cut off from Fort Union Parkway going west, so we took that. All the roads suddenly became rivers. Carolyn and some of the others began wading across. The riverbanks were tangled with fallen trees, branches, etc. There was a Spanish Revolution going on (this from my friend Paris Parfait's post, Goya's El Tres de Mayo de 1808) and there were body parts here and there. In one of the fallen trees was the body of a headless soldier whose bare brown foot was still twitching. (This from recent photos displayed on the net of the Israeli-Lebanon war?) Anyway, I decided not to cross--the water was waist deep--so I found a way around, a bridge, not far away.

Then we were imprisoned in a small cell with high rock walls. Someone there before us had taped many comics pages from newspapers to the walls. I thought this was to give him lasting reading material, and might come in handy for us as well....

Cut away back to Anakin and Padme, who had just given birth to twins, who were all wrapped up. The people wanted to see the babies (this from newbaby Rhys' arrival?)
and clamored for her to upwrap them, which she was reluctant to do. She finally did, after much demand from the people. The twins were coal black and bald, and grinning, like a little ceramic black doll I bought at Catalina Island when I was a child.

(I wonder what ever happened to that little doll?)

The White LIight of Inspiration

We (Dad and I) were traveling someplace, on a sort of wilderness mountain road, and needed to make a bathroom stop. Some old man informed us that the number of available bathrooms was indicated by these cement markers every so often by the side of the road. The one we had stopped at had two markers, but there were lots of people in line ahead of us. These were outhouses, and quite a ways from this main building. While we waited, I looked around. They sold books in this place. THere was a beautiful set of nicely bound, simplified books of philosophy, where the work of many great people was distilled into short, easy quotes. I decided I would do a series like these, of church books, with some of the great philosophers thrown in among the prophets. While we waited, I told Dad of this, and he agreed it was a great idea! But we kept losing our place in line. People who had been far in back of us were now going ahead of us (2 of these were Jacob and Sarah, urchins who live in Marc and Graces apartments, friends of Chime and Cake), and I was really anxious for my turn, as this outhouse was SPECIAL: it was white, illuminated by a marvelous white light of inspiration....

...and I woke up before I got my turn, needing to use the bathroom. At least we have indoor plumbing. And the only inspiration I had there was to write this post.

Book of Mormon Stories

A great number of people were dressed like people from B of M stories. Someone with a camera was setting up scenes from the stories and taking pictures.

Now in my head, children are singing: Book of Mormon stories that my teacher tells to me, (Drum drum) are about the Lamanites in ancient history (drum drum). Long ago their fathers came from far across the sea, (drum drum), given this land if they'd live righteously!

Girls Day Out

Grace and I were going to a writer's conference in Provo. When we arrived, we both discovered we were still in our nightgowns and robes, hair uncombed, etc., so we came back home, where I proceeded to wash my hair, and somehow managed to remove my eyebrows. It looked pretty strange, and I couldn't go like THAT, so I drew some on with an eyebrow pencil, big surprised-looking arches, and I coldn't get them even--one was higher than the other--so I put on some big black rubber eyebrows and a big black rubber beard. Neither of these went well with my dress, so I changed into a black sort of clown-suit with a big collar. I also wore my tan straw gardening hat with the flower in the front. (While I was changing we listened to the radio, and the writer's conference seemed to be broadcast--Grace thought we should just stay home and listen to it on the radio, but then, Bob Hope was there, and I knew it couldn't be OUR conference....) so we carried on. My beard and eyebrows kept falling off. Grace discovered a sort of strap on the beard that went around the chin and head to hold it on, but I decided to scrap the eyebrows and go with the drawn-on ones. I was beginning to worry about the time, figuring it would all be over if we didn't hurry. When we arrived again, all the Big Wheels from the Writers'League were there, and they oooed and ahhed a while over my cute outfit (once they recognized me). Then it was lunchtime, and we didn't have tickets, so Grace and I decided just to go to McDonald's for hamburgers and fries. Then I woke up. What a shame! Just when it was gettin'good, too!

Swimmers and Scimitars

I dreamed of two Arab boys (I think I was one of them, as well as an observer) who were running from someone who was trying to catch them. They (we) hid in an old warehouse with a transparent roof (so that the observer who was me could see inside). In the warehouse there were several other Arabs, all with a scimitars. Realizing that they were greatly outnumbered, they all ran around as fast as they could poking their scimitars through cracks in the walls (make something of THAT, you Freudians!)to fool the chasers into thinking there were many, great numbers, of them. The we boys then snuck out through a back door, and crawled on our hands and knees (so they wouldn't be seen) through tall dry yellow grass (one of us was looking for his lost brother).

Then I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I came back and slept again, I was swimming in a large pool. A few other swimmers were there, but no one bothered me or got in my way. I was an excellent swimmer, and the water was smooth and comfortable as silk. I could swim very fast, and turn in long spirals under the water with ease. It was almost as good as FLYING!

What the Heck?

...and there were a whole bunch of Tongans on a scavenger hunt....