Stuff and Dreams

First, I reckon I need to share the funny thing in the recipe. If you read the directions, early on you are told to combine flour and salt and baking soda and then to set it aside. It doesn’t have a direction to add it later. You add egg and the chips (PB chips are available, I used them once in a recipe with chocolate cookies) and other ingredients to the dough, but not the flour mixture. Being a person who is sort of meticulous in following directions (which is funny, I also tweak a recipe to my own taste! But, I first follow it as written.), I kept reading it over knowing something was not right. It just took a while to find it! I think I finally had to read it aloud.

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The second thing I wanted to write about was an actual sleeping dream. I daydream all the time. I doze dream (where you are mostly awake, but too cozy to actually get moving from your position in the sun or on the couch or wrapped in blankets). Dreams are odd things. Usually I don’t recall what I dream, most of the time those things I do remember are confusing, and rarely are they scary. (I have remembered scary ones. I do NOT like being chased!) Sunday morning I had a doozy of a dream! I wrote down as much as I could. I didn’t eat ‘an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato’ (A Christmas Carol) before going to sleep and I slept for AGES! (I took a nap about 830 pm and found myself sleeping til my 1030 shot. I woke for maybe a half an hour and didn’t rise til after 8 am!) I was so out of sorts, I moved over to The Craftsman to be held. Which was another unusual bit of the morning. So, let me explain and if you have any ideas on what this might mean, please tell me!!

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One of my very best friends from High School was a main feature in this dream. We were grownups, mostly. (you know dreams. At one point we were adult, in another we were older teens. I have not seen RC in decades!) His dad was dying, but not really. He was in a bed and ill, but not dying. Although, we were told he was. The dream was in a huge coed camp with housing units and a lake and lots of uniformed youth. The two of us were holding hands while we were with his dad. At one point RC said, ‘We are out of the closet.’ I think he was talking about us being a couple. Something we never were, but always thought we should have been. (in fact, he was my first kiss—I think I wrote about that in here somewhere—and my first not quite skin to skin intimacy. I say ‘not quite’ because we were more like kittens rolling around in a basket than anything else!) He was only in the part with his dad and then, he vanished.  Anyway, in another part of the dream I was on a bus full of girls. The back of the bus had several rows of clique girls and my things were in the very back seat. I had to wade past them twice to retrieve all my belongings. The stares of those prissy females in immaculate uniforms were awful!!! I remember the camp being different than photos I had taken of the place a couple of years before, I was looking at those photos when I was sitting in the front of the bus. I remember being horrified when watching some crazy rite of passage stunt thing where boys sleeping on levels of a platform like a giant ladder were plunged into deep water and pulled back up. I also got lost. I was in a basement bathroom area and it turned out it was the men’s section and I couldn’t find a way out. Every stair I went up ended up somewhere I didn’t want to be. The bathrooms and shower curtains were that awful sea green color from the 70s.

I mentioned I was disturbed when my alarm went off just before 8 and moved over to be next to The Craftsman. I needed to check my glucose, take my insulin, and most importantly, pee, but was too nervous at the moment. I woke him and did get held before he went back to sleep. I was not sleeping and didn’t want to move because he doesn’t sleep much. Eventually, I remembered something one of my good friends once told me. (I actually have this written down where I see it every day) He said something like, ‘Dear one, no one will care more about your health than thou.’ So, about 10 after 8, I pulled myself away from the fabric covered embrace (I had on a tank top and panties, he was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and I was too warm under his chin.) and got on jammies in case I ran into our son and left the room.

My glucose was very good. I was still very bothered by the dream. I felt rather well and even wore a long skirt with moderate heels to church. It was interesting. The part of the message I wrote down above where I jotted my dream notes was this. Apparently eons ago there was a machine to make in house rotisserie chicken. The creator coined this phrase for his product, ‘Set it and forget it.’ (I don’t remember this commercial, I do remember some jingles!) Anyway, our pastor mentioned this doesn’t work in relationships. All you end up doing is spinning in the heat and getting burned. It was a rather sobering thought. Because of that message, I’ve written more emails this week than usual. I’ve texted and sent out real letters. I don’t want to be a rotisserie friend!!! Spicy or flavorful, but not one who forgets. (OK, these last sentences are loaded with puns, aren’t they…ouch!)

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Baking On the Range

I made these simple peanut butter bars today. Little Bear gave them a good review, but we both agreed the recipe itself was lacking something. It took me several read throughs before I caught it. I had to tell the kid what was missing. Can you find it? Thankfully, I’ve been cooking for awhile, so I was able to make them properly. But, I did laugh. Note: mine didn’t use peanut butter chips, I put in what I thought would be too many chocolate ones. But, that’s note the omission in the recipe. 😂😂 I also used my mixer machine. Fun, fun, fun!

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Meds and Mail

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I’ve never been afraid of medical drugs. I need them to stay alive. I’ve been wary of them, I understand they are necessary, and I use them when I have to. This week it was found I had an infection in the tooth I’d had the root canal in last summer. I was given a script for an antibiotic. I took my first dose on New Year’s Eve. New Year’s Day I slept a great deal and took more of the pretty turquoise caplets. By the end of the day, I noticed I had a sore throat with swelling and difficulty in swallowing. I figured I’d picked up some kind of bug in the few minutes I’d been out on New Year Day’s Eve. I was incredibly tired, but I had an infection. I think it was Wednesday I read over the drug information and decided not to take any more medication unless the doctor said it was ok. By Thursday morning, after more than 12 hours of no meds, I could almost swallow again. I reached the dentist’s office and they said not to take the rest. I agreed. So, now we are letting the infection take its course and we’ll see what happens next. I do have an appointment with a fancier dental person (one called an endodontist). I’ve already put several thousand into this darn tooth and I’m not sure what to do next. Do I have it pulled or pour in more money??? Ugh!!!!

Then, on Wednesday, I got mail. TONS of the stuff. I have three email addresses. Two I check often. One of those two is attached to this WP account. I hadn’t done much of anything online on Tuesday, so I figured there would be a few things needing checked. I was right, sort of.  There were 253 messages dating back to December 18! (Where on earth were they all that time? Is cyberspace so full around this time of year they couldn’t deliver them???) So, if someone sent me an electronic missive during that period, please excuse my lateness in responding. I also go a packet of forwarded snail mail. I had arranged the mail for mom’s Alaskan address to be sent to me here in Oregon. Every day I’d get one or two things. Well, I got a phone call last week from the post office lady in Alaska. It turned out that one of the workers wasn’t sorting and separating mom’s mail, she was sorting and stuffing it in her box, anyway. (The boxes for snowbirds-people who aren’t in AK over the winter–have a bit of paper over the opening so nothing is placed in the box.) The lady was apologetic and said she was mailing me an envelope. It arrived and was STUFFED. It also held bills, which explained a phone call I got that morning for mom. I hadn’t paid for her last ambulance runs and the company called to talk to her. Everyone has my number, but it was a bit disconcerting to get a call for someone needing to talk to mom. When I explained, the company waived the final bills. I almost cried, it was so kind!

2019 is starting off on an odd note! I also did a couple of those silly FB predictions. (Insert eye rolls!) It appears my word for this next year is Joy (I think that was the word I was given) because I’ll shed a lot of tears this next year, but all the hard work and sacrifices of last year will pay off in ways I can’t imagine. (I don’t know, I have a pretty good imagination…) In another one, it turns out this next year I will have change, a new love, my lucky day will be May 15 (National Chocolate Chip Day), my song for the year will be ‘It’s My Life‘ by Bon Jovi (I’ll take it...), and my quote for the year is ‘To be rich is not what you have in your account, but what you have in your heart.’ (which made me think I’m going to lose everything I’ve put in the Alaskan house and more, but since I don’t have much to start with, it won’t matter to lose what I could have had! lol)

It is a bit more selfish than what I learned from taking care of mom (to live every day and enjoy life while you can), but it is a GREAT dancing tune! Thank you YouTube!

It was a Meowy Christmas Cat Nips

’The trouble withcats is they’ve got no tact.’ Sir Philip Sydney

Usually, the tree has a train around it to play with and derail. This year, the locomotive and tracks were kept boxed. It was altogether a boring season for the cats. Briefly, Mittens was interested in the two trees, but that thrill was short lived in that there wasn’t anything to play with. Maxwell was completely concerned with keeping warm and fed. As for Moses, he was unimpressed with the fire call that pulled the kid from playing with Christmas presents. (Our firefighter is on the ladder in the smoke!) I may have scoured social media looking for updates, hoping Little Bear would be home for dinner, but Moses seemed quite content holding his place at the table. I do believe the striped feline was expecting to be served!

At least the December holiday was less stressful than New Year’s Day, no fireworks!

Down for the count

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it appears there is an infection in the tooth I had the root canal in. I was given meds I need to take two of three times a day and a referral to a different dentist type. The last 36 hours I’ve been briefly awake, done a myriad of chores and projects in that time, then asleep again. Most of the Eve we had was spent being busy, reading, and sleeping. Almost all of the first was spent in chores and sleeping. (I did get a shower today!) I had some thoughts with being more diligent in blogging, but am too dad blamed tired! My mouth also tastes nasty…can’t describe it! 😂😂😂

So, sending out New Year greetings to everyone across the world and I’ll catch you on the topside…of the blankets!

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