Sunday, November 7, 2010
Shadow Shot Sunday Tree Line at the Airport
Autumn is in full swing here in the Northern Hemisphere. Our maple trees already are bare. Now the oaks have taken up the chorus of color with their muted tones of rust and burgundy.


Saturday, November 6, 2010
Dream: The Church of Runes
I'm sitting in a church pew during a service. My wife and daughter are sitting a few pews behind me. The time has come for communion. I decide to ask my wife and daughter if they intend to go up to receive communion.
I get up and walk back to where I think they are, but they're not there. I walk further back, but I don't see them. Eventually I find them and say something to them. A little girl responds to tell me that they're not there. There is also a woman with black hair sitting next to the girl.
I walk to the exit, go through the door and walk through the hallway. Then I find a door that leads outside.
I'm on the side walkway of the church. I notice a sign that proclaims it to be The Church of Runes. I look down and notice small foot stones that have runes carved into them. The stones are not located in the walkway, but they are in the plant beds parallel to the walkway. The stones are greyish, bluish green. They are about eight inches in diameter. The surfaces are smooth but gently uneven.
I've taken my shoes and socks off, and I realize that these stones are meant to be read or felt with the feet. So I lift one foot and use it to feel the stones while standing on the walkway.
I go back inside, using a different door. I enter a different part of the church or perhaps another church altogether. The gathering of people is more social in nature. It could also be a support group. A woman with dark hair sits in front of me. It's the same woman I saw while I thought I was talking to my wife. She introduces herself and says that she's interested in a diet to improve her health. I tell her about the Blood Type diet and describe how the lectins in certain foods causes blood to coagulate.
I get up and walk back to where I think they are, but they're not there. I walk further back, but I don't see them. Eventually I find them and say something to them. A little girl responds to tell me that they're not there. There is also a woman with black hair sitting next to the girl.
I walk to the exit, go through the door and walk through the hallway. Then I find a door that leads outside.
I'm on the side walkway of the church. I notice a sign that proclaims it to be The Church of Runes. I look down and notice small foot stones that have runes carved into them. The stones are not located in the walkway, but they are in the plant beds parallel to the walkway. The stones are greyish, bluish green. They are about eight inches in diameter. The surfaces are smooth but gently uneven.
I've taken my shoes and socks off, and I realize that these stones are meant to be read or felt with the feet. So I lift one foot and use it to feel the stones while standing on the walkway.
I go back inside, using a different door. I enter a different part of the church or perhaps another church altogether. The gathering of people is more social in nature. It could also be a support group. A woman with dark hair sits in front of me. It's the same woman I saw while I thought I was talking to my wife. She introduces herself and says that she's interested in a diet to improve her health. I tell her about the Blood Type diet and describe how the lectins in certain foods causes blood to coagulate.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Conversations With Daughter
"Dad, do you think cats would make good drivers?"
"You're asking if they would be good at driving a car? No, I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"It's their brains. They don't have the right kind of brain. They react too much to any little motion. They'd get overwhelmed."
"What if they had a human brain?"
"Whose brain?"
"Mine."
"No."
"You're asking if they would be good at driving a car? No, I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"It's their brains. They don't have the right kind of brain. They react too much to any little motion. They'd get overwhelmed."
"What if they had a human brain?"
"Whose brain?"
"Mine."
"No."
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Task Triplet for Appointments
I always brush my teeth and floss right before going to the dentist.
That's one task.
I always wash my hair before getting my hair cut.
That's a second task.
I wash my car before driving it to the mechanic for service.
And that rounds out the triplet! Three appointments; three tasks.
It's that new car I mentioned earlier, which I bought from the mechanic. I don't want him to think I'm not taking care of it!
That's one task.
I always wash my hair before getting my hair cut.
That's a second task.
I wash my car before driving it to the mechanic for service.
And that rounds out the triplet! Three appointments; three tasks.
It's that new car I mentioned earlier, which I bought from the mechanic. I don't want him to think I'm not taking care of it!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wednesday Weigh-In 20101103
Halloween is behind me, not without some Halloween candy getting inside me! At times like these, I like to hope that all that sugar helps boost my metabolism. I did refrain on Monday and Tuesday, though. The Chinese melamine problem of two years ago that included tainted chocolate helped dampen my enthusiasm for the stuff.
Waist = 38.0"
Height = 5' 9"
References:
Waist = 38.0"
Height = 5' 9"
References:
- Wikipedia BMI page
- Tanita Scale with Body Fat monitor
- Javascript must be enabled to view the data.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Election Terms
gubernatorial race: An election in which the individuals that are running for office are both goobers.
goober: A chocolate-covered nut.
goober: A chocolate-covered nut.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Conversations With Wife
Wife, as if just seeing me for the first time in months: "Do you know that you have two square indentations in your forehead?"
Me: "Yes, they're from my CPAP mask. It's where the mask makes contact with my face. I guess it displaces the fat that's on my face. Hey, maybe you could put it on your ass!"
Fortunately, we were in a restaurant at the time, so repercussions did not materialize.
Me: "Yes, they're from my CPAP mask. It's where the mask makes contact with my face. I guess it displaces the fat that's on my face. Hey, maybe you could put it on your ass!"
Fortunately, we were in a restaurant at the time, so repercussions did not materialize.
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