Snow!

Today's soundtrack

With a side of:

Come peek into my psyche

Last night's dream:

I'm sitting outside a house, on some steps near a street, with a friend - maybe an old high school friend? We have walked out of a party or gathering in the house behind us.

He tells me to look at the moon, which is rising. It is deep orange, just coming visible through the trees. It's rising really fast. Visibly fast. Impossibly fast.

It comes up, gets larger than the moon could ever look - say, a bit larger than a hot air balloon at pretty close range. It is orange, glowing, with shreds of mist or cloud, maybe smoke surrounding it.

It moves, at this too-fast-for-a-moonrise pace, away to the left, kind of following the street. It gets down there a ways (toward a more populated part of town), then comes back toward us.

When it gets about even with us, at treetop level over the street in front of us, it begins to change, kind burning out. There is no heat or sound, but I suggest we move away a bit, and we do.

It burns out, settles to the ground. It's smaller now, about chest high. Gray, maybe still some fading color or light. There are one or two people near it, but just interested, not panicked.

A boy is near it, looking at a large eagle that is somehow a product of the whole event. The eagle is conscious, possibly injured, or maybe just weak. It is quiet and the boy is feeding it something. He offers me a piece of whatever it is to feed to the eagle, which takes it gently.

The word "phoenix" does not occur to me at any point but, duhhhh.


....No idea what any of it means, but there you have it.

And now I'm off to my quilt retreat. I'll be back Monday. I'll post from there if I can, but the Blog365 rules totally say that it's okay to write each day and then post when one is back on the grid, so it could also go that way.

Have a good weekend!

Disney Story The First: Getting There is Half the Fun

Waiting for the train!


Riding the train!


Sleeping on the train!


Eating on the train!



Getting off at a station stop with Grandpa and missing the train!


Waiting for Grandpa and Robin to catch the next train!


Meeting the train!


Robin's-eye view of "Taking the Train to Disney World"!

Teaser

Wow. Got late all of a sudden and no post yet for today. Believe it or not, I STILL have not seen the Disney photos, which is why you-all haven't seen any either.

Tell you what. I'll post the very first one tonight, and then go through them tomorrow and regale you with Disneyania tomorrow.

Here are the girls saying goodbye to me the day they left.

Okay, we have a question

So Lisa and Dad and the girls and I are sitting around talking. Robin is looking at the pictures on my blog and comes to the chocolate covered potato chips. Both girls are intrigued, and the issue is discussed. (They weren't around to experience the reality, so it's news to them.)

Inevitably, the conversation turned to food combinations that (unlike the chocolate potato chips) make you go "hmmmm."

But we're having trouble getting...disturbing enough. So, naturally, I thought of you, my dear Internet.

Here are the rules:

There's only one rule.

Identify two foods that you like, individually, but which would be disturbing if combined.

We can't find anything that doesn't work with peanut butter. Pidomon's peanut butter & bacon sandwich raised no eyebrows in this camp.

Dad's best effort is mayonnaise and orange juice, but this is my blog and I say condiments are a cop-out. He's just gone to get his Master Grocery List for inspiration.

Lisa is currently in the lead with tuna fish and pistachio pudding, but we're hoping that you, Internet, will really knock our socks off.

Haircut, park, skating

What is it with me and the captionless photos?

I do not know.

A walk in the park...and a little experimentation

Oh I'm sorry, Turtle.

Did I wake you?

Did I consider this? I did not.

Today, for the first day, like, ever, I didn't need to get up at any particular time.

I mean, I've slept in plenty--even most--of the days of this trip, but today there wasn't even going to be anybody home in the morning, so I had no thoughts of missing out on anybody's company or anyone waiting around for me to get up.

Except that there was. Someone home.

I think what I'm trying to say is best expressed by the t-shirt Robin gave to Lisa last week: