Perhaps no one even visits here anymore, as the posts have been so few and far between as of late.
But I have a good excuse. :-) I spent two weeks of the last month at this beautiful beach. Without internet access.
And then, of course, there was Thanksgiving, and all that entails. Before I knew it, a month had passed.
But I'm always thinking of things I'd like to post here, even if I'm not actually posting. They need to invent some kind of gadget that feeds thoughts directly from the brain to the computer.
Hmmm...on second thought, maybe not. There would probably be some really boring and weird posts up here if that was the way it worked. (Not that there aren't anyway, but, oh well.)
Most of my brain's ramblings are pretty mundane and repetitive:
"let dogs in"
"let dogs out"
"I'm hungry"
"let dogs in"
"let dogs out"
"wonder which dog just threw up on the carpet?"
"where are my keys?"
"let dogs in"
"what smells so bad in the fridge?"
You get the idea.
And if my brain isn't being boring, it's being sort of stupid. Like when I'm asleep.
I had a dream a few nights ago about a girl whose foot got stuck in some fresh cement when she was a little girl. She grew to womanhood with her foot stuck in this concrete slab.
Her family would come and visit her and bring her food every day, but mostly she just lived out on this concrete slab, all alone.
When I met her (in the dream), she'd been living like that for years. I went out to the slab with her family to say hello and drop off her food. We left before dark, but later that evening, I decided to go back out to see her.
As I approached the slab, it suddenly dawned on me that all I had to do was grab a sledgehammer and break the concrete around her foot, and she would be free!!
I immediately grabbed a sledgehammer (which, coincidentally, just happened to be lying nearby) and smashed all the cement.
For the first time since she'd been a small girl, the woman was finally free! Her foot was deformed from having been embedded in concrete for so many years, but she was still able to walk, and she was so grateful to be released from the slab.
In my dream, the idea of smashing the concrete seemed so brilliant. Radical. Inspired. Genius.
But when I woke up .... well, duh. Apparently, everyone in my dreams (including me) is pathetically stupid. It took that long for any of us to think of breaking the concrete?
Yep, it's just as well my brain isn't hardwired directly into the computer. The computer would pull its own plug.
