Its one of those rare days. Long weekend, cold wind, warm fire. Been reading a good book, catching up on some corrections, watching mindless TV, even knitting a little. Paul had to go out for a bit, so it was just me and my doggies, snuggling on the couch.
Tucker spent a good half hour with his head on my knee, looking remarkably relaxed and serene. As I looked into his big, chocolate eyes, and listened to his steady breathing, I felt myself relaxing and drifting off; almost, but not quite, falling into a dream.
Why is it that just as we begin to drift away and let go of the tangible world around us, our thoughts become so disjointed and crazy and interesting? I wish I had a way to record those swirling ideas as I fall asleep. If I tune in enough to notice them, I pop back into consciousness, and they stop floating past like gauzy scarves riding the wind.
If I listen to one of those fascinating snippets, my brain clicks back into the “on” position, and I measure the thought, weigh its clarity or its accuracy or its practicality, and then file it away in one or another of my mind’s many drawers and cupboards.
I wish I could let them go and somehow have them magically transcribed, so that I could let them flourish without my interference, but still remember them later.
I bet they would make riveting blog posts! Maybe one or two would even prove to be the germinating seed of a story.
Of course, it’s just as likely that one or two would land me on the psychiatrist’s couch, but still! What’s life without a little risk, right?
So here are a few of the tiny threads that floated by as I almost fell asleep with Tucker’s nose as my focal point.
Little unexpected pleasures are better than long awaited big pleasures. Last night we had dinner with some friends and my very favorite dish, at any restaurant anywhere, was on the specials menu. I’m still smilin’.
There’s no reason why I shouldn’t try to bake a chocolate cake from scratch today. In spite of the fact that I don’t have the right ingredients, and the fact that the last thing Paul and I need to be eating is an entire cake. And the fact that I’m lazy.
Is it creepy for me to be picturing the kids in my class and wondering what they’re doing? Pathetic. Gotta get me a grandchild. Soon.
If you look at him just right, sometimes my dog looks like my Grandmother’s stepmother, a woman I haven’t seen in 40 years. She used to scare me to death. No explanation for that one……
My class should do a musical this year. They can write it, sing it, perform it. It will be fun. Ah, yeah. No.
I smell tanning lotion. Yankee Candle near my head; “Sun n’ Sand”
Just because the government tells me that I can’t speed on public roads, it doesn’t make me worry that they are going to take away my car. Shit. Back to the gun debate.
That last one woke me up for real, even more than the scary old Italian lady memory of Nanna.
Yep. Just another relaxing day on the couch. The mind is a terrible thing to control.