I don’t put much stock into dreams. At least, not my dreams. I know there are websites galore to explain dreams and to provide interpretation, blah, blah, blah.
My dreams are usually a mesh-up of my day. They are in color and typically have the feel of a movie (product of this generation, I suppose. I wonder what dreams looked like pre-Hollywood? Do you think the ancient Greeks dreamed of constellations?).
Here’s a little secret: Wyoming can be quite windy sometimes. Okay, most days. If you ever meet a Wyomingite out-of-state, you might have to catch us when we fall. We tend to lean into the wind when we walk. If there’s no resistance, we just topple over. Yes, I made that up. Sorta.
I was doing my civic duty one bright, fine day,
when I decided to visit the nursing home – where all the old folks stay.
My heart full of nothing but sweet charity,
I scanned the halls to see who might need me.
When I noticed a woman in her room all alone,
wearing a dress and a shawl that was well worn.
I smiled and thought how nice I could be.
“Would you like to chat?” I asked her softly.
Perhaps you haven’t heard, the west is currently burning up. Literally. Fires in Colorado, Utah, and Wyoming are causing devastation and destruction among the human inhabitants. So much so, last week when I checked the local forecast, I saw something I’ve never seen before.
We could use rain instead. Is there any rain in the smoke?
Did you notice? The forecast calls for smoke. Some days are better than others. Yesterday was not a pleasant day. When we went to bed last night, everyone had a hint of that distinct “camping-fire” stink. But with none of the benefits (s’mores). I don’t dare bring out my fire pit at the moment because we are living in a fuse that if ignited the whole town would burn to the ground. In probably five minutes.
How important is context in the following overheard conversation? What picture did you draw in your mind – is it rude or just informative?
Dear Deer,
Do you deem it prudent to stand by the side of the road doing your daring-doo diversion?
Oh hello. I was just explaining to your associate James the nature of my claim. Again? Alright I will explain it one more time but I do wish you will keep better notes than your coworkers. After all, this is the fourth time I will relate the matter. It is getting tiresome.
A couple weekends ago, I went to New York City for the first time. When I told people my plans, it elicited two typical responses. The pretentious, “I love New York!” or the “I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to go.” And since I suffer from MCS (Middle Child Syndrome) I milked the perceived jealousy from the second response so much it went sour.
After finding out about my impending trip, the next question was always, “How long are you staying?” I answered the question honestly once. At least, I started to answer it honestly once but as the words were coming out I noticed the expression on the other person’s face. The words trailed off and I realized this needed to be answered vaguely to avoid the “Are you crazy?” question.
