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Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Is the name of a Stephen King novel.   There, I said it.  On with the post.

Yesterday was a bad day to be in Miami.  See Roboco's post about the crane collapse, there were break-ins that resulted in shootings, the road that I take to travel the 9 miles from the place I work to my home was shut down because of a very bad accident involving two motorcycles resulting in a 2 HOUR drive to get home and the side street on the way was clogged up because of another motorcycle crash in which an older guy laid it down and was laying in the street when I went past.  Yikes, what a nightmare for Miami.

There are only a few things that I am afraid of.  I mean, really afraid of.  Needles are one and bats are another.  Not like baseball bats, flying rats.  Those nasty little buggers.  I've never been a fan ever since one dive-bombed my head when I was walking home at dusk when I was around 10 years old.  ACK!

When I lived in Mexico, there were bats everywhere.  I was freaked out all the time heading back to my room.  There were places I wouldn't walk because I knew they were hiding in there.  Slightly irrational?  Yes.  I've seen them on the ground.  I know how big they are.  They're small.  That doesn't make them any less yucky.

Last night I dreamt that one flew into the house when we left our sliding glass door open.  This wasn't a small black bat.  This thing was huge and brown.  I think that's why I called it a coconut bat* in the dream.  It was as big as a freaking coconut!  Lovey shooshed it out of the house while I screamed.  I woke up this morning thinking, man I'm glad we got that stupid bat out of the house.  It was just that real.

* I don't think there's any such thing as a coconut bat.

Today, Kiddo goes to Mom's, thankfully not on American Airlines as I'm watching CNN and they just cancelled about 200 flights.  Tomorrow, we leave the country!  No, I'm not excited or anything.  😀

It's hump day, ya'll.  Get your hump on!  Have a great day!  HEP.

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My mom's cool

Yesterday I got a card in the mail.  I knew it was from my mom because:

  1. I recognize her handwriting.
  2. No one else puts my full name on anything.
  3. She told me she was going to send it.

So I opened it up and it was all pretty.  She made me laugh because the card had two flaps to open and she signed it on both flaps.  She stuck some cash in there too.  One $20, one $10, and 4 $1s.  At first I looked at it and wondered why in the heck she was sending me one dollar bills.  I mean, if she wanted to give me cash, we share a checking account and she could've done it there.  Then I took a moment to think and realized that she sent me 34 dollars, one for each year.  My mom's cool!

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Can you be a hypochondriac for someone else?

My mom told me yesterday that on Tuesday, she's going to have a heart catheter.  Yes, I know it's supposed to be routine and all, but that doesn't really make me worry any less.  She's been overweight for YEARS even with the lipo and I just know she eats like crap.  She's tough though.  She's been through a lot.  Loss of her parents, loss of my dad, raising me and my brother, raising her second husband's kids, etc.

I'm flying up on Monday afternoon and flying back Tuesday night so I can be there.  I'll take my laptop so (maybe) I can write while I wait. (The doctor told her she'd be there for 6 hours.)

I guess my main point here is, if you happen to think about it on Tuesday at about 8:15am EST, send a thought, prayer, shout out, whatever for mom's speedy recovery.  Thanks.

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