Pushing Plumes
Dream a little dream of me…
I woke up feeling quite sad. Something I dreamt made me feel heartbroken. Which is kinda funny since the only parts of the dream I could remember where rather comical and involved Anja Andersen and women’s handball. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the source of my heartbreak, but the feeling lasted longly into the day.
With tiredness as well. And longing for more dreams. Even when they are heartbreaking they are still addictive. I just want to stay in bed and dream. Dream dream dream. Dreams are so much more interesting than my empty life.
Shake it off, Plume
I did get a smile on my face from Laura. That last picture, that’s too sweet. Hugging goats, there is nothing grander.
It was a frosty morning. Very cold. But still no snow. I wonder if we will have a white christmas this year? Fingers crossed.
In other news, I have become rather smitten with the new tv series Pushing Daisies. And not just because there are two social phobic aunts. It’s just so odd and quirky. And those are good things in my book.
Since I’m not allowed to youtube Scrubs for, ohh about a month yet I think, here are some daisies:
It’s like a dream, and therefore by definition better than reality.
Tomorrow is visitation day and I do not feel much like it. I feel like shutting myself in. Because THAT will solve all my problems. Ho hum. Bah humbug. Mmm hamburgers.
December 17th, 2007 at 3:14
Mmm. . . the scene where she opens the curtains in the room of the two phobic aunts and you see ALL THE BIRDS. That’s our house. We’ve got 1 big green parrot, 2 cockatiels, a parakeet, and a parrotlett.
I wondered where our aunties had gotten to? They’re on TV!
I haven’t seen this show, as I’ve said before. We only watch hunting, professional wrestling, or wrestling hunting dogs! I so totally don’t rule the remote!
I’ve had those “sad feelings” from dreams sometimes, too. It takes a day or so to get over them. Of course on the other hand, if I have a good dream and a good rest of the day, well that’s okay. Guess the best thing is not to dwell on either one of them too much.
You need to show the visitator your playground pictures. They are so good. You must not keep them all to yourself. What if seeing your pictures was the only good thing the visitator got to see?
Laura: your goatzie pictures are wonderful! I see the knees on your jeans look a lot like mine do. We have toys for our goats to jump up on (empty wire cable spools), but you have us beat with a “Goatzie Playhouse”. A goat just can’t resist something new, can they?
December 17th, 2007 at 22:51
Debster – In one of the episodes there’s a (carrier) pigeon that loses a wing. And the aunts give it the wing of one of their stuffed parrots. Imagine that, a pigeon with one regular wing and one parrot wing. It’s a very odd show. I didn’t think the premise would hold up, but so far I’m loving it.
You need to wrestle your husband for the remote. Or did I already suggest that? It’s such an obvious suggestion.
The visitation did not quite come off… sigh. Maybe next time.