Dreams and Words

And dreams OF words…I dream about words – occasionally. Is that weird? Or, you know, normal because some of you dream about words?

Last night, for the second time in the last 3 days I dreamt about the word ‘awkward’.  Last night’s dream is still very vivid in my mind and a bit confusing because it referenced the dream I had a few nights ago.

Dream #1 – somewhat vague at this point but I had written a lengthy essay about the word awkward. Can’t recall anything more than that.

Dream #2 – Someone is holding up a piece of paper with the paragraph I had written and I’m trying to read what I wrote but they pull it away and I’m calling out “Wait, I haven’t finished reading it!” Then I’m thinking I will write a poem about dreaming about the word awkward (I’ve done this before, dreamt a word and wrote a poem about it)

Then the dream gets weirder – All of a sudden I am looking at a movie poster with Mary Tyler Moore and Elvis Presley (I had to look up the name of the movie – it was “Change of Habit” I couldn’t remember the name of the movie in my dream) and I say “Aren’t they so young and beautiful” and voice says “Yes, but they were older than you and they’re dead now and you’re not”

Then I’m back to the word awkward and saying “How can I write a poem about it. There’s no poem there”

And then I was fully awake…What the hell???

Miscellaneous Mishegoss #whatever I’ve lost count

~ I was reading an obituary the other day and it said that the person ‘outshined’ others in some endeavor or other and that to me is awkward. ‘Outshone’ is what it should have said according to me (and my husband). Of course I then looked it up and ‘outshone’ is listed as the preferred but outshined is also acceptable. I realize that there are no absolutes in this world; that everything is shades of grey but I’m gonna stick with “if it sounds right, it is right”.  Tho I supposed there might be a situation where ‘outshined’ would sound correct.

~ Re: Removing Civil War memorial statuary. We moved to Northern Virginia (the first time) in 1996. We lived in the city of Alexandria. One of the first people I became friends with was a woman of color. We were driving around the area and she mentioned that the store  I wanted to go to was on Jeff Davis Highway. I said “What?” I was shocked as shit that there was a major roadway named after Jefferson Davis. I asked my friend if she didn’t find that offensive. She shrugged and said “It’s always been that.” End of conversation.  Interestingly enough the name was not changed until 2019 – yes you read that right. I grant you they started talking about renaming the road back in 2015. Now here is the other thing – in Alexandria City and Arlington County the road was Jeff Davis Highway in Fairfax Country it was always know as Route 1. Same road…

~ A couple of months back when I changed my eating habits I just naturally started eating according to a schedule that made me feel better. Turns out this, for me instinctive schedule, has a name – intermittent fasting. Who knew? Out of a 24-hour day you fast for 16 hours and confine your eating to the other 8 hours (the 16/8 method). This is very easy to do. I don’t eat breakfast, I cook a large-ish meal we eat around 12:30 and then, if I am hungry, I will have something light around 6-6:30pm, usually breakfast type food.

I very quickly lost about 10 pounds and have not regained it. I haven’t lost any more weight but am holding steady. Sometimes because I’m tired or I sleep late I deviate from this schedule and have a regular dinner in the early evening and I can feel the difference. I am so not a morning person and I hate to cook so this 16/8 eating schedule takes effort on my part. It would take less effort if I didn’t have to provide for my husband as well. To be honest, if I were my only consideration I would probably eat just one meal a day in the mid afternoon. Listen to your body, it will tell you what’s right for you.


Not everything is a ‘sign’ …

Everyone knows my favorite poet is John Donne. I first encountered him when I was 19 and we were studying the metaphysical poets in English Lit.

I was recently informed, via a message on Ancestry from my niece, that my female DNA contributor died . I have often, in the past, searched for obituaries for said person, and finding none assumed she lived on. Knowing that she is deceased I searched once again for any kind of death notice and there is still none. Whether her son decided it was not worth the bother I have no idea. Therefore I know not where her mortal remains might be interred.  And I wonder only out of curiosity because that’s the sort of thing I am curious about, where people are buried, what their tombstones say  – while I think cemeteries are a waste of space, conversely I find them fascinating to explore.

When my father died in 1973, a drawer was purchased in a mausoleum at the  Pinelawn Memorial Park and Arboretum. I was there exactly once, the day his mortal remains were interred.

This morning I remembered that I had the certificate of purchase for that entombment. I dug it out and I discovered my father is entombed in the John Donne Memorial Mausoleum (Row 5, Tier G).  That just amused the heck out of me for some reason.

It appears that the purchase covers two entombment rights – both remains to occupy the same crypt. On the back of the certificate it states:

“Each crypt space for two has the following dimensions:
Height          25″
Width           31″
Length          14’6″ (or 7’3″ each person)”

While I was typing this I wondered to myself “Why are you bothering with any of this?”  And then I realized tomorrow is Father’s Day – aha! And then I remembered something my father would write on every card he sent –

“You shall pass through this world but once; therefore any good that you can do or any kindness you can show to any human being, do it now for you shall not pass this way again”

That is a variation of a quote that has a  much disputed origin but seems to be, most probably,  a Quaker proverb.

And, as usual, I started this post going in one direction and wound up veering off into another.  My father seems to be much with me this past days. Happy Father’s Day, Pop!

Read it – Again

One of the many interesting things about the English language is – it’s confusing as hell. Take the first word of this blog title – Read. Pronounced ‘reed’ and it is present tense, pronounced ‘red’ and it is past tense. So fun! For the purposes of this post you can interpret it (or ‘reed’ it) both ways.

Remember the other day when I was nattering on about  Olive, Again, I said i was going to reread The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. Well I did, and it was just as wonderful as the first time I read (red) it. And because I am craving the familiar and what has brought me pleasure in the past, today I will start to reread Young Jane Young by Gabrielle Zevin. I don’t know that this book is all that warm and fuzzy but I remember liking it and I like the way Ms. Zevin writes. Perhaps I should be moving on to her other books which I haven’t read (red) but for now this is my mood – reed what has been previously red.

I shall leave you with two quotes from “The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry” because why not start the day all warm and fuzzy –

Whee-oo! Yummy!

We have our main meal – protein/starch/veg in the middle of the day – Noonish. This morning I did not feel like cooking, or for that matter eating. I had bought some bananas the other day and it seems they went from hard and green to brown and mushy in record time. So while not being in the mood to cook I thought “Why not bake?” It’s raw and cool yet super humid, so I figured I would turn on the a/c and the oven and see if I could dry this place out a bit plus – Baking!

I decided I wanted to make chocolate-banana muffins. Everything is better with chocolate. I found a recipe on the interwebz and after my husband had his lunch I got down to it. The recipe wasn’t all that so I made some adjustments (you have to be careful about adjustments when baking because baking is a science not just an art).  Fresh out of the oven –

Whenever I photograph my baking I always include my old time Mirro oven timer because I love it! It’s quite the collector’s item and it came in the original box with the original price sticker. I did the unthinkable and tossed the box. I’m NOT a collector, all I wanted was the timer.

Anyway –

I gave the muffins about a half hour or so to cool and then popped them out of the pan. (The pan was buttered, with real butter and when I say “popped” that’s exactly what happened! I gave the pan a little jerk upward and those little puppies just jumped up out of the pan. Here they are looking so pretty –

My husband and I scarfed down two each (they aren’t very big). Now the interesting thing is the adjustments I made. The recipe called for 1/3 cup canola oil, I didn’t have any (what the heck would I do with canola oil?) But did you know, when baking, you can substitute applesauce for oil on a 1:1 basis. So 1/3 cup oil became 1/3 cup applesauce. Then, I thought, wait there is no flavoring aside from bananas. so I added a little cinnamon, nutmeg and bourbon vanilla. And you know what? These muffins taste suspiciously like my cocoa spice snack cake except with the added flavor of banana.

I had interrupted my reading of “The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry”  (or should I say re-reading of…) to bake and clean – So time to get back to my book, maybe make a cup of tea and have another muffin (or two!)