WHAT HAVE I BEEN EATING?

WHAT HAVE I BEEN EATING? I dreamed that all hospitals were stripping walls of paint, then repainting. Travel to Australia: I was on a boat. We were departing down a very steep set of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs I found someone's passport. We walked to a rocky beach and went into some over handing rocks. Eventually we walked to a grassy area. Got on a bus. We passed a whole row of log trailer houses, all empty. Then past many houses which were empty. I dreamed that a man attacked another man and sliced him enough so that the first guy could smear blood all over himself. The other man finally had enough with this guy, took out a katana and sliced off his head. He asked the waitress for a drink. When a policeman showed up he asked the waitress to get the cop a beer. I was in a crowded bar filled mostly with women who were wearing white helmets. Some were selected to walk a run way wearing some sort of fashion. Hospital means a need to heal or improve physical or mental health. Travel means path towards life goals or a wish to escape. Whoo! Blood means life, love and passion as well as disappointment or an emotional cry for help. (unlikely). Bar, a desire to escape to where pleasures abound. Sounds good!

DIRTY DREAM

DIRTY DREAM . . I and a lot of other women were in a situation where there was not enough water for bathing or washing clothes. When the situation was fixed, I washed my clothes by hand. The was brown for several washes. Finally I was able to see the stripes on my towel and my shirt was blue. . Then I was in line to get hot water for tea. The high maintenance woman in front of me could not figure out how to assemble the glass pipes for the hot water. I assembled it and turned on the hot water. She filled her cup and left it still flowing. I yelled at her about wasting the water. . Washing means that I need to clean up my act and accept assistance. Dirty means anxiety and a need to pacify my mind, heart and soul. . Hmmm, I will keep my eyes open.

DUST ` ` Dust to dust comes from Eccleciastes 3:20. Think of all the dust available to create people and animals. I sometimes wonder if eight billion people actually adds to the weight of the earth. Nope. The First Law of Conservation of Energy states that energy can neither be created or destroyed, it can only be transformed. The only way that the earth can gain weight is by the deposit of meteor strikes. I have no idea how much that adds but apparently that is where most of our water came from. There must be a lot of water out there in the universe. ` Mom told us about living in the dustbowl days in Colorado. When she was a kid it was not uncommon to see tons of dust blown away. The neighbors farm moved miles worth and tons of dust. There was no keeping it out of the house. As soon as they had a decent crop they sold the place and moved to Emmett, Idaho in 1939. Two of the boys went on the train with the livestock and Grandpa drove Grandma Horn and mom and one of the remaining boys in the new car. Aunt Wilma stayed in Colorado because she had already married Lester Kast. ` I have noticed that I produce a lot of dust as I have gotten older. I am starting to resemble Pigpen from the Snoopy comic strip. No matter how much lotion I apply there is more dust. Fortunately I don't have dandruff. When I peel off my black pants, the interior takes off a lot of body dust. I would hate to see a vacuum cleaner bag full of my dust. ` I am a fan of Mythbusters. They have had an episode where Jamie tried various methods to outwit a scent hound. He tried pepper. Nope. He tried all sorts of things. Since the hounds go by scenting skin flakes, I think if Jamie prepared with a bath, layer of lotion, wear cling wrap and try that. It would be interesting to see of the hound would still find him. Also a space suit that has been sterilized. That might work. ` In the meantime, look out Pigpen, you haz company.

EASTER SUNDAY

EASTER SUNDAY: I used to attend First Christian Church with Grandma Horn. We have also attended at least one Sunrise Service. I was held in the City Park. There was a bandshell for the choir and celebrants. The Kiwanis usually served a pancake breakfast for a small fee. There were usually plenty of picnic benches and hot coffee. Very enjoyable. I was just talking with Christy one of the Davita nurses about the number of churches within in walking distance from my house; there is the Community Christian, church, a fundamental church of some kind, the New Beginnings church, a Latino church most likely Catholic and the Lutheran church which unfortunately has closed. The Methodist church by the courthouse purchased the building. The grade school is using part of it for daycare, parishioners use a room for quilting. The Baptist church is close because the pastor showed up my door one morning. The first thing out of his mouth was, “How do you feel about going to Hell?” I was surprised and could have mentioned that I did not think that was a good way to win friends for Christ. Then I thought to say that it would be okay if he was not there. But I was polite. He left convinced that I needed to be saved. I personally find Islam attractive as well as Wiccan. Occasionally we get Mormon folk out visiting. I really enjoy visiting with ladies. I am not precisely sure if there is a Mormon church in Coquille. There was a Mormon church in Barrow. I told her that this is very similar to Emmett. Lots of local churches. The Catholic church purchased the old Wardwell school block and sold bits of it to the Bank and the City Library, both worthy institutions. The Methodist and Baptist church are side by side on the north side of the bank, library. A few years ago I toured a lovely old church near the high school. Carla was looking at it as a possible future home It was gorgeous. A couple homes east of the Catholic church is the church where a co-workers mother had her funeral. One of the ladies right in back of me had the most beautiful voice. I have always held that to make a joyful noise unto the Lord is wonderful but occasionally needs devine HELP.. Easter egg hunts: When I lived in Barrow, Alaska I read about an easter egg hunt held in Anchorage. Springtime in Alaska is not always 40 below but it is still pretty cold, snowy and moosey. One hunt was held and it snowed heavily. The kids were getting lost in the deep snow. The hungry moose came to be disappointed with the plastic Easter baskets. The combination of deep snow, lost kids and hungry moose with calves was deemed too dangerous and the hunt was canceled. It took Search and Rescue three hours to find the lost child. Happy Easter! I gotta do taxes now.

WHERE;S THE BEEF?

WHERE'S THE BEEF? When I was a youngster, we lived in a trailer in Emmett. We did not have a freezer. Once a year or so, Dad would go the the sale barn and buy a steer. Which was then transported to the local butcher shop. We always got hamburger, steaks and roasts. We also got the liver and the brains. Mom fried up the brains and urged us to eat it. Nope, tasted like fried nothing. Disgusting, thereafter we youngsters had hamburgers and left the questionable delicacy to the parental units. The butcher shop rented freezer space and Mom would go there and withdraw what ever she felt like cooking for dinner. Now there may be some confusion between supper and dinner. When your people come from Missouri the meal terms are breakfast, supper (lunch) and dinner. The hamburger was made into burgers, spaghetti with meat sauce, chili, sloppy joes and meatloaf. The steaks were fried up, we had no outdoor grilling, the steaks were WELL DONE. There was no such thing as rare, medium rare, etc. The roasts went into the roasting pan and the left overs were sliced up and cooke in a frying pan with potatoes and a few onions, salt and pepper. This dish was known as Thousand Mile Stew. It was delicious. No garlic sadly. No carrots which Dad did not like. Mom learned to sneak them into a lovely bean dish later on in life. THE ORGAN MEAT consisted of liver and tongue. We never saw the heart or kidneys, not sure why. Beef heart is delilcious if cooked properly. Also the liver. I have never liked Mom's version of liver and onions because it was baked until tougher than whang leather. (No idea what this.) It smelled good. I am a non-taster and should LOVE the taste of liver. I would soak the liver slices in milk overnight, coat in bread crumbs, fry in butter until pink in the middle and set aside. I would fry the onions until translucent with garlic, salt, pepper and red pepper flakes. Yummy!!! The tongue only appeared once. Mom boiled it, peeled abd ground it up. It was mixed with mayo, chopped onions and made a tasty sandwich spread. I have had a delicious venison liver one hunting season on Grandma LaVann's ranch. It was sliced and cooked for breakfast, gently fried quickly in a hot skillet with bacon grease. It was fabulous!! Dad was strictly a meat, potatoes and dessert guy. I have Mom's recipe box and it is loaded with jello recipes, cake recipes, candy recipes. We never had hot dogs, or pork chops or pork roast. Grandma Berglund pressure cooked pork roast and Mom said it was too greasy. I liked it. Big Grandma also hustled about the table taking bites from peoples plates. That really disturbed my mother.

FOUR DREAMS

FOUR DREAMS: First dream: I washing clothes and sorting loads; sheets, pillow cases, towels, socks, blue jeans, shirts, blankets. A to Z says this my attempt to sort my personilty. SECOND DREAM: Travel: wide freeway with light rail elevated. One section crossed a very high bridge. At one point I got separated from the people I was with.I could not find the correct elevator. Had to overnight in a barracks of all men, mostly nekkid. I was not quite sure how to avoid seeing all of that, so I took of my glasses. Problem solved! Then I went snorkling and the fish were very pretty. A to Z says the dream represents progress in my life goals. Cool. DREAM THREE: I was sharing the house and interviewing three people. The World Government was cracking down on the homeless. In England, thos who did not take in the homeless were sentences to six months breaking rock. In Russia it took a jury of six to decide who moved in where. I had a pet moose in the back yard that stomped a snake to death. A to A says this is about generosity and sharing feelings. DREAM FOUR: Two men were discussing two horse gallstones that one of the children dug up with a fork. One was large egg shaped one about four inches in diameter. The other was cylindrical and about six inches tall, about four inches in diameter. One man touched one with his tongue abd said it was neutral in taste. They decided to slice on in half with a rock saw. The center was which with dark striations in a sparkling star pattern. Now horses do not have gallbladders, these were a solid accretion of matter that did not go through the gut for a very long time. A to Z says that to dream of the gallbladder means that I need to get rid of the negativism in my life. Since I do not have much netivity in my life, I think I may be afraid that I might actually pooop out the cholelithiasis which I do have. Yeesh!

ENTERTAINMENT, BARB AND MOI

Ba Ba Wah Wah, entertainment and moi: When I returned to Emmett as a displaced housewife, I entered BSU to earn an Associate of Science degree in Medical Records. After graduation I was offered the position of manager at the Walter Knox Memorial Hospital. I met Barbara Whelen there who was working in the office. I teased her by calling her Ba Ba Wah Wah and we were instant friends. I worked at WKMH for over twelve years. During that time Barb and I attended as many free events that we could. We went to a tiny theater on the bench in Boise to see Moliere's “The Monk”. I have sheer admiration for the actors who memorized page after page of script. We loved to go to Shakespear In The Park. I loved the comedies. We saw Twelvth Night. The overall theme was set in the Roaring Twenties, spiffy tennis outfits, slinky flapper dresses. In one part a young man is being urged to purchase the wares of a prostitute. The men replies, “Would that I could, my purse is short and I am long”. He gestures to his cock. I did not know Shakespear had sight gags. One time we went to a theater in Boise to see “The Color Purple”. We were packed in the lobby waiting. The previous show let out and a simply beautiful man came out and told us that we would love it. Barb exclaimed, “A sensitive man! Lets follow him!” The film was wonderful. One habit we got into was staying to read the credits. It gave time to clear out the theater and sometimes we watched hilarious things. Sometimes bloopers were included and we were the only ones who saw them. It was a the same theater that we won free tickets to an American Opera. Sung in English. Still could not understand the words. It would have been fabulous if sung in Italian. At any rate we sat way up high in the nose bleed section. There was a lady next to us who was showing us her pearl opera glasses. She explained that she purchased them in Vienna. We simpered as appropriate. We would often take the bus to Jackpot for the day. We got there about noon and left early the next morning. One time we actually rented a room and as we assembled in the hall the next morning, someone from another room exclaimed, “I hardly got any sleep last night from all the snoring” I piped up and said, “Wasn't it awful! Me too!” I knew that we were the guilty snoring partie. One of my favorite machines at Cactus Pete's was a trivia machine. It was only nickels and there were only two side by side. We sat there for most of day and won enough to keep playing. Other methods of entertainment were Pinochle. I had played pinocle with the folks where we traveled to a friends house, several tables were set up and we played for prizes. I was terrible because I did not have a good partner with whom I could chest Rules were much different at Barb's table. I miss her a lot.