In Your Dreams [5 years ago]: Swan song

With a twist

By Moristotle

[Published originally on April 1, 2017.]

I had a fascinating dream this week, perfect for recounting on the first day of a new month.

Penny for Her Thoughts: Where, Oh Where? Part 2 [of 3]

Me (L) as a midwife

Where I Came From

By Penelope Griffiths

My life in the UK was great. I had a job I loved and was very well paid. I had a lovely house and great social life. My job afforded me comfort and travel all over the world, both for work and for fun. I’ve had the pleasure of visiting and working from Japan to Russia to Africa to the Middle East – all at 5-star billing. I would “pop” over to Paris or Le Touquet for a cheeky day or weekend of shopping and drinking fine wines and champagnes. Very often my two children would accompany me; one can say I was the example for their own wanderlust.

Dreams of day and night

Photo by Vic Midyett

By Moristotle

The first is a dream of night, real as real:
    Siegfried has returned from having left us,
    from being gone away,
    his nubby hair stiff in short sprigs
    because it is weeks past his last grooming.
    It feels so real on my imagined finger tips,
    stroking him as he sleeps on top of our covers,
    himself as real as a character in a drama,
    as real as the person he had been for us:
    daily, nightly, always, forever.

Goines On: Smithereens

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Goines didn’t know exactly what he was thinking about on Wednesday morning when the carafe of the French press coffee maker he was drying slipped from his hands and shattered into smithereens against the granite counter top to the left of their kitchen sink. He did have the fleeting thought that it more flew from his hands than slipped, but of course it didn’t do that.
    And what did “smithereens” mean, anyway? He said that without knowing (until he checked later) that scholars think “smithereens” likely developed from the Irish word smidiríní, which means “little bits” (the diminutive of smiodar, “fragment”). And little bits of fine glass was what most of the carafe had become upon impact with the granite.

In Your Dreams: The confirmation vote

Subject to change

By Moristotle

Last night I had trouble sleeping. It seemed hours before I finally slept.

In Your Dreams: A national lottery

Tower of London chopping block

And the winner is

By Moristotle

Last night I had another installment of a recurring dream.

In Your Dreams: Swan song

With a twist

By Moristotle

I had a fascinating dream this week, perfect for recounting on the first day of a new month.