What happened?

June 15, 2017

Last night we had a strange sunset after a short burst of rain
so I decided to stay up and get a few pictures of the moon
through the remaining clouds. But as sometimes happens, just
when you think you have things figured out the rules get
changed.

The moon didn’t show in the time I allotted for it to do so and
even though it was the wee hours of the morning when I ventured
back inside, sleep wasn’t in the cards. Finally around 5 am the
sandman came and I didn’t move again until the wife woke me
around 9.

Even with a solid four hour snooze I felt tired because while
I was sleeping I dreamed I never went to sleep because I was
outside waiting for the perfect shot and drinking coffee all
night. It wasn’t as vivid as some dreams, but I knew it was a
dream because I rarely use a tripod.

That and the fact that we don’t have a spiral staircase on
the outside of house. There was quite a view from the top of
the imaginary staircase though. Of course this made me ponder
a few things. Like why are the yellow pages yellow?

Or how many people know Dr. George Horace Gallup was born in
Jefferson, Iowa? If you can’t place who he is just remember
he is the founder of the Gallup Poll and a pioneer in public
opinion polling.

Sorry, got off on a side track. Enjoy our Thursday, we’re that
much closer to the weekend races.
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He missed?

June 11, 2017

Another strange morning at Casa Cruiser when I sat up, wide
awake, at 2 am after an odd dream. I had dreamed while outside
taking pictures of the critters a booming voice from above
shouted “God dammit, I missed!”

After turning on the light and checking for singe marks from
the lightening bolt I felt my body for horns or a tail. As is
the norm, I had neither. Since I had only had an hour of sleep
I did what old farts do in the middle of the night and went to
the can.

More sleep was needed and after what seemed like seconds I was
roused from my slumber by the telephone. I didn’t get it before
the answering machine took over after 3 rings so decided to
check it later. Early morning phone calls are usually not good
news anyway.

I was up again a little after sunrise and decided that was all
the sleep I was going to get and got the newspapers off the
porch to stimulate the old brain. When I reached the kitchen
the caller I.D. informed me it was the wife that called. I
assumed she had to work later so didn’t follow up.

Then I thought perhaps something happened to the car and it
wouldn’t start so I called the wifes’ cellphone. That is when
the dream started to make sense. Turns out she was working at
an apartment complex across the river and her car got towed
from the parking lot!

A couple hours later and $125 poorer she returned home. I was
again outside snapping some pics but didn’t have the nerve to
tell her that yesterdays post caused her car to be towed. God
missed! And we laughed. Not really, but I’m not in the dog
house either.

Enjoy our Sunday. It’s going to be a hot one here.
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It seemed so real

March 27, 2017

What is it with squirrels? The other night I made some
burritos topped with 5 alarm chili for my midnight snack and
later there were squirrels in my dream. These were not ordinary
squirrels either. They were evil spawns of Satan who were
plotting to take over the world.

The next morning I took my camera outside and the first thing
I spy is a squirrel on top of the neighbors roof. Not your run
of the mill ordinary squirrels, but one with an attitude. It
started chattering at me like crazy.

Oh yeah, the dream. So I dreamed that a militant group of
nomadic squirrels were planning to take over the world and they
didn’t know I was listening in on the plans. I can be sneaky
when there is a need.

The plan was simplicity itself in that it involved the general
mistrust of others that is rampant, at least in our country.
The evil critters were going to bring down society without
any violence or shots fired. Our government, religion, schools,
even healthcare.

The outlaw squirrels would simply wait until someone in charge
held a meeting and when that someone got to the key point of
their speech a volunteer squirrel would climb up their leg and
snuggle in their skivvies. The speech would be disrupted and
those who didn’t see the squirrel enter the pants would think
the speaker was going insane.

Plans were made to ensure the volunteer could run back down
the pants and to the nearest exit before medical help arrived.
Nobody saw the squirrel go in, nobody saw it leave, but they
did observe the important speaker jumping up and down faster
than a redneck at a hoe down.

To the untrained eye it would appear all people in important
positions had gone off the deep end. After all, would you
believe someone who jumps up in the middle of speech, starts
cussing, and makes moves not normally seen outside of an
exorcism. Trust would be at all time low and protests would
reach record highs.

It was at that point in the plans that the squirrels noticed
me. I somehow made it back inside without a squirrel up my leg
and considered myself lucky. Needless to say, I’m a little
leery of squirrels yet today. I’m having a pizza tonight. Enjoy
our Monday and look out for squirrels.
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Pizza dreams

March 10, 2017

Later last night I took a store bought bacon cheeseburger
pizza, added hot sauce, more bacon, and a lot more cheese, then
put it in the pizza oven for as long as the timer would allow.
It now seems I have again forgotten what eating really spicy
food before bed does to my nightly nap.

I knew the dream was going to be a doozy when I boarded a
bus. I have not been on a bus since I was discharged from the
Navy many moons ago. Yet get on the bus I did. Then the bus
driver announced, “next stop Italy”. We all got off said bus
in a rustic little town and were told we should go to a local
saloon and experience the performing pirate monkey.

Well there’s a pitch you can’t refuse. Finding the saloon,
complete with swinging doors at the entrance, was like going
back in time. Brass rail along the base of the bar and even
spittons positioned every few feet. As soon as we all had a
seat the lights dimmed, the stage curtains parted, and a local
celebrity began his spiel.

“Mario the performing pirate monkey will be on shortly.
Please hold your applause until the end of his performance,
and don’t make any loud noises.” Quite a build up. So outs
walks this monkey about 2 feet tall wearing green satin pants,
a red vest, and a yellow fedora carrying a tambourine. Imagine
our surprise when we found out the only song this monkey could
play on his tambourine was “Would Jesus Wear A Rolex On His
Television Show?”

After an hour watching this local treasure perform his one
song we were in need of stronger drink. I never did learn
why this critter was proclaimed a performing pirate monkey and
was still in Italy when I woke up. Before I got my bearings I
thought Italy looks a whole lot like our house. No more hot
sauce on my midnight pizzas.

Enjoy our Friday, the weekend is here. Just in time for us
to have a chance of snow.
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Of strange dreams

February 20, 2017

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I have to stop eating spicy foods before going to bed. I had a
dozen tacos, brushed my teeth, laid down and quickly drifted
off to dreamland. While the dreams are not rare this one was
a doozy.

In the dream the wife and I were in Idaho visiting our
youngest and his wife. We were at some fancy roaring 20s looking
hotel amidst several people dressed in period correct garb.
What didn’t fit was that the lobby had a hot tub smack dab in
the middle with nude people using it and getting their pictures
taken.

Then for some odd reason our son and myself went to find a
bathroom. Well, that’s where it got strange. For some reason
we ended up in the 2nd basement and after I lost sight of him
I turned a corner and ended up outside a church in northeast
Iowa. So, not knowing exactly where I was or how I got there,
I walked around until I found a bus depot.

There I purchased a ticket home thinking a call to Idaho once
I returned home would clear things up. And no, I don’t know
why I just didn’t use the phone in the bus depot. Around 3
hours later I was downtown in our hometown. So after a walk
up the hill I arrived home to find I didn’t have my house keys
on me.

I broke out a window to get in and replaced the broken one
with a good one just in time to hear Police cars screeching
to halt with sirens blaring. That was when I found out I had
no billfold and it must have went somewhere with the keys.

On the bright side, I did get to talk to the wife and our
son, from jail. Of course using my phone call to contact them
meant I stayed in jail until the hearing. And when it was over
we all laughed, except the wife. She wanted to know how I got
back to Iowa so fast.

Tonight, it’s midnight pizza. Those tacos were trying to tell
me something and I’m not pushing my luck. Enjoy our Monday,
it’s the first one of the work week.
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My luck

November 30, 2016

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The day started with a whisper of good things to come, then
came crashing down when reality hit. I awoke with the usual
grin on my face and headed to the kitchen to relate my latest
dream to the wife.

I told her I had a strange dream and she replied “what’s
new?” So I began: I was hired to paint faces on the ballons
for a big parade. She stated they did not paint the faces on
the balloons and I countered with the fact that we did in my
dream so let me continue.

I then said I had to paint a face on the biggest balloon,
Hermie the legless octopus. She laughed and mentioned I had
mispronounced “legless”. It came out something like legel
less. Since I was trying to get to the point of the dream I
told her my bad enunciation was due to having to sell my
ballet slippers as a young lad.

Starting anew I told her the part that had made me wake up
with a start. All balloon face painters were told there was as
much free coffee as we could drink. Yet when I went to get
some I was told they only had Hazelnut flavored and lattes. Oh
the humanity.

I had toiled countless hours to get Hermie’s facial expression
prefect and no just plain old black coffee! Other volunteers
seemed happy with the hot beverage choices and would not go on
strike with me. So if you ever hear a rumor that I am painting
faces on parade balloons and can’t be reached, don’t believe
it.

Althouh after several cups of plain old black coffee I can
see where some may think I over-reacted. I just won’t be
tricked again.

Enjoy the last day of November, the birth date of Mark Twain.
And remember when we go to sleep tonight we’ll wake up in
December.
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Bump in the night

August 30, 2016

Imagine if you will, being awakened from a sound sleep by a
strange noise so you jump up without your glasses and
approach a fuzzy door you believe the sound came from. You
turn the knob, put one foot out, and step into the
Twilight Zone.

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For the past week this has happened to me and I’ve yet to
deduce if it is a recurring dream or something strange is
going on. I’m sound asleep until I hear a noise that
sounds like someone, or something, rattling a hollow core
door in its frame.

Naturally I hop out of bed to investigate but when I open
the door, nothing is there. No burglar, no curious cat who
got caught behind a closed door, no breeze, nothing. So I
shrug it off only to experience the same thing the very
next night.

We have three hollow core doors which could house the
culprit and I have checked all of them. But I can’t find
the cause. I mention the three doors because I can only
hear out of one ear so the origin of the noise can’t be
determined with any real precision.

If mom were still alive she’d say the spirits are trying
to tell me something. The only thing I know about spirits
is what I remember of the old legends she had told me, what
I learned from watching the Rocky & Bullwinkle Show, and
seeing the movie “The Manitou”.

When I figure it out you’ll be the second one to know.
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