I woke up the other morning in the middle of a bad dream. I’d been dreaming that someone had not only pulled my dog’s tail, but had pulled it OFF.
In my pre-dawn dream world, my poor Dexter, proud wagger of a lush and expressive plume, would forever have to live with this amputation. And so would I.
The closest interpretation I can find of my bad dream is this:
“To dream of an animal’s tail represents obstacles and aggravation in situations where peace was anticipated.”
Well, I DID spend time on Facebook. I’m open to other guesses you may have what this dream may mean.
I had trouble shaking the feeling of anger and fear I woke up with. I remained in a grumpy mood all day. #firstworldproblem
Do you remember your dreams? Which ones stay with you more — good dreams or bad dreams? Do you try to find meaning in the ones that stay with you?
This post is part of #MicroblogMondays? Whazzat? A post that’s not too long. Head to Stirrup Queens to join the fun.
It’s been a particularly gorgeous spring here in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. We’ve had milder temperatures and more moisture than in previous years.
Dexter and I walk almost every day. Here are some of photos I’ve taken #onmywalk over the last nine weeks. With a bonus pic of Dex on the deck.
Continue reading Springtime in the Rockies
Did you know that in the early 1960s, more than 20,000 Americans a year named their baby girl Lori? The name had a second wind in the early 1970s, a resurgence in which 13,000 more Loris came into existence for each of two consecutive years. I need to ask my Canadian contemporary Loribeth if the trend was true in her country, as well.
Data and image via Randy Olsen presenting his data here.
(As a side note, apparently, Loris tend to be hairdressers and Democrats. Click here for a fascinating video of the evolution of girls’ names.)
Anyway! Through #MicroblogMondays, I met another of the laurel-crowned. Lori Shandle-Fox is a card-carrying, comedienne, blogger, essayist, and author, AND she spells her name the right way. Continue reading The Other Lori
A friend of mine was feeling blue. She asked a group of friends*:
I’m going to have a forty-something birthday soon and I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything significant in my life. Do you guys feel like this?
I thought about it and replied: Continue reading A Meaningful Life