Thursday Morning

A dream. Pop and I are out shopping. He says that he needs to check something. I wait for him, and I keep on waiting for him at the store. I walk out of the store to look for him, but he is nowhere. I think that he somehow forgot all about me. It is when I wake up that I see it as a dream about him dying. I now remember that there was another dream that was very much like this one, perhaps a few weeks ago.

There is another scrap of dreaming that might be related. Pop has not left me behind in this one. We are coming back to the car from a store. I'm seating myself in the car when Pop says that Lorie knows people and can get me a job. Naturally, I am annoyed and shrug it off. I said, "When you are gone." Now I wonder if that is right. Might this be the way it plays out. When Pop dies, does Lorie, or someone, offer to get me a job? Would I take it?

Neighbor Dog

Neighbor Dog seems to be allowed to run loose more often these days. I think he prefers cheese to that chicken snack I had been serving him. I can oblige him, most happily.

Chores

Maybe I should stick to using only one pod of Tide's detergent mix when washing my large white towels. They came out kind of sticky.

Incidentally, Pop is back. He caught me by surprise. I was in the middle of putting my towels in the washing machine, when he suddenly called out from the kitchen. I didn't hear him come in.

Post-Nap

I have become a little diarrheic this afternoon. All the wiping has made my ass a little sensitive and painful.

My back is also a little out of whack today. It must be the excessive bed-humping, curving my lower spinal column awkwardly, super-repetitively and very fast, and very hard. I am a very passionate lover, even if I am only fucking myself.

For lunch, I gave Patricia Arquette's "Medium" a shot, having given up on "Saving Grace" as well as "The Guardian". I watched a number of episodes of "Medium" when they originally aired, though I don't think I made it beyond the second season. Even so, I was completely surprised by this pilot episode, which I thought would be about a wolf dream of hers, playing off little red riding hood. Instead it's about a pederast in Texas. Maybe I missed the show's pilot episode in its original run. On the other hand, I might have just utterly forgotten it, as it is a very forgettable episode - pretty weak for a pilot, actually.

I think I will be able to stick with the show, which actually runs for seven seasons. I am hankering for something mystical, supernatural, dreamy. Patricia Arquette is also a hottie, though I was surprised to see how old she looks on high-definition TV. I don't recall this at all when I watch it on plain old low-def TV. She is actually three years younger than I am, but on the other hand, the show started ten years ago in 2005, which should make her a reasonably youthful 37, but which still has her looking in some scenes like Holly Hunter in "Saving Grace", that is, in her fifties. Well, no matter, I still intend to give the show a good try. I need some meal-time companions.

Dinner

I was about to get some cookies and tea for my late afternoon snack, at six o'clock, when Pop approaches me about a sale on biscuits at Church's Chicken. I happened to take some delight in their biscuits and agreed to have some. This then grew to include some chicken for me as well. So, I have had dinner already, and I will probably need a snack tonight at ten-thirty, or eleven. One has to be flexible.

I watched an other episode of "Medium", by the way. No 'wolf' episode. I started thinking that maybe I missed the entire first season of this show when it first ran on TV and jumped on board with the premiere of the second season. However, I decided to look through the menu on Netlfix, and I see that the wolf episode is the fourth show. I think this is where I came in on the show, or maybe it's just the one I remember. I'm just blurting to be writing.

TV

I was hoping to get back on a roll anent my book-blogging and my work on my hardcover journals, since I became disenchanted with streaming TV shows. However, as I was copying down a journal entry in my hardcover journal, it just felt like a very heavy chore that I could not find the will to follow through on. Instead, I resumed watching Sam and Diane struggle with their feelings toward each other on "Cheers" (season three, where I last left the show). It feels too comfortable to stick to reading my book and then taking a break to stream a show for five or ten minutes. My itch to write is satisfied well enough with this spill journal. I think I'll just do what feels good. Why not?

Ratso

My run-in with Ratso appears to have had an effect on the little beastie. When I stepped out with the plate to let the cats get a bite to eat, I saw Ratso at the fence corner, studying the situation, and when he saw that I noticed him, he proceeded to climb the fence and leave. That suggests to me a little more intelligence than I would have liked to attribute to the creature. Yet, I am hoping that maybe he has concluded that he needs to seek out new territory.

Incidentally, there was a mention of a possum in one of my shows, and I googled it, and it looks like that might be Ratso, or an opossum, technically speaking. I picked up a few interesting notes. On the positive side, the marsupial only lives up to four years. On the negative side, it breeds plenty - possibly thirteen pups a pop. The third thing, regarding how it plays dead, was a little scary. It plays dead real realistically and falls into a dormant state that lasts about forty minutes, after which it starts to stir back to life, usually with the twitching of its ears. I can imagine thinking the creature is dead and wrapping it up in trash bags, carrying it to the curb, when all of a sudden it comes back to life, "It's alive!!" I knew it played dead, but I did not know that the performance was that deep. It even releases a putrid odor from its ass to simulate rotting decomposition. Freaky, baby.