Month: September 2017

The pond has completely dried up. As I write this dark clouds are filling the sky and we have a high chance of storms tonight. I sure hope we finally get some. For some reason, once a year, in the fall, they mow down all the plants that grow up around the pond. I have no idea why. While I was out for a walk and talking on the phone I realized I could just walk right on out to the dry pond bed. I wandered around the cracked dirt and talking. I jogger running by stopped and looked at me like I was crazy. I waved at them.  I took a few pictures.

A small winged friend joined me on one of my daily walks. About half a mile from home a small butterfly started flying around me. I assumed it would fly away, but it staid with me the whole way home. It would circle around me and every once in a while it would land in front of me. It was a nice way to start my day.

This might be the most 80s song ever

We Get a Bit of Rain

Weird Dream of the Week

I walked out of the door on my grandparents’ old house and started walking toward the back. The Russian army was coming down the road. They were showing off with drifting and spinning their tanks and missile launchers. This seemed perfectly normal so I just continued around the house. I realized I had gone out with no shoes. I was just wearing socks that were starting to get wet from the grass. I took off my socks and continued back toward the barn. A bunch of people were wandering around. A kid (by kid I mean a person of college age) found a cell phone on the ground. He picked it and started making jokes about it. The owner of the phone came bad and got mad. He dragged the kid off and was going to hurt him. I thought somebody should help the kid so I looked under the chair that was out there. I knew there were some gold clubs under it. The first club I got out was a left handed one so I put it back and grabbed another one. I chased after the two into the sporting goods aisle they had gone into. They guy grabbed a baseball bat off the wall and I took off a weird hockey stick with a pointy end. I poked at him a few times but got bored. “Do whatever you want, ” I told him and wandered back around the Walmart still holding the golf club. I wandered around taking a few practice swings when the handle broke off. I threw it in a near by garbage can. I then noticed a nice display of cheap clothes. I thought I could use some new t-shirts and polos so I started looking at them. I realized I didn’t have my phone with me and decided I should head back to my Grandparents house because people might start getting worried.  Then I woke up. I lay there realizing it had all been a dream and marveled how all of it made perfect sense during the dream.