Someday I’ll have to watch that movie, or maybe I have. Lots of people are referring to it these days on Facebook and in blogs. The main things that differ are who we Zoom with and for how long.
However, yesterday Carol asked me to get out the “Winter Bin”. Deep in the bowls of the coach basement it is a bin designated to hold winter clothes when summer approaches. It is that time to move the heavy stuff into longer term storage than the closet. Diligently I opened the basement and rolled the sliding tray with the bins on it out to the driver side (ds) so I could extract the bin while risking severe injury from the bottom of the slideout above should I raise my head a moment too soon. It really hurts and I have the scars! This time in several trips under there I managed to keep my head down, especially when Carol had her hand on it pushing down.
Simple task completed in less time than it took to write a bout it. While the baggage slide was fully extended to the ds I walked around to the ps and noted that the floor exposed by the tray’s position was filthy. I have noted this in the past and ignored it as I had other things to do. It flashed though what is left of my intellect that I did not have “other things to do.” I got the shopvac and somehow the morning passed with me cleverly vacuuming the entire baggage area which included removing everything we have stored under there. Unfortunately my determination to “get the job done” lapsed and everything that came out went back in. Stuff that we have carted around since our first shopping trip for the coach in 2001 and never used is still safely stowed away in its usual places.
But you never know. In 2001 I bought a set of safety triangles instead of flares. They have been stored near the door of a bin waiting for an emergency for 19 years and last Fall as we were returning from Rochester to the West Coast we had the breakdown and I used the safety triangles! They do have a purpose. The handle with 250 feet of kite line on it is another story. Haven’t flown a kite in many years and all the ones we carried are destroyed, but you never know, I might have the urge to go fly a kite any day now.
I have read that people are having many more dreams they remember and they are more HD than in the past. Count me in to that group. I will not recount what I can remember because it seems too weird and at the same time too boring to recount for others, but boy at 3 and 5 AM I think I am awake until the dream or some variant resumes.
I have no idea what I might write about next, any more than I knew where this was going when I started. Couldn’t even think of a catchy title.
Not a good time to clean things out because the only place it can go is the dumpster. So I am glad you didn’t pursue that!!! We have started several times and can’t even make the three piles: 1. Keep 2. Garage Sale 3. Toss.
Anyway, your day doesn’t sound much more exciting than mine!! We read an article about not camping at this time, and so decided not to move for awhile!!
You’ve GOT to see Groundhog Day. I think you and Carol would laugh a lot and enjoy it. I’ve always had vivid dreams, and they just keep comin’. Many now are about family and family get-togethers including those with folks who are no longer with us on this earth. And often I am looking for something I can’t find (classic) or have no time to pack up and am in a hurry. Etc. Stress dreams, ya think? Despite the fact that Lar and I and my family are (knock on wood) healthy, have food, shelter and clothing as well as laptops, phones, etc, I am anxious. Anxious for all of us. Anxious for my mom – the Jewish Home has been remarkably healthy – puh! puh! – but who knows? And how long will this go on? Now I need a sedative. Love you guys. Stay safe. – Cath
The somogyi effect often causes vivid dreams around 3 a.m. or so.
Might apply if I was taking insulin, which I am not.
Is guess we are all experiencing this sort of thing! We have so much time to get rid of so much “stuff”, but when we start, we always end up saying “but not today.” I don’t know what we are waiting for – maybe some sort of schedule or regimen that would force us to find the time to do some of these tasks!! At any rate, Paul and Carol, you are not alone. I, too, have been having some rally weird dreams. Dave said to me this morning – “boy, have you been talking in your sleep lately.” My response was what did I say? But, he said he couldn’t make it out, but every night I sure have something to say. My dreams always seem to center around being lost on campus and not being able to get help to go home! Any suggestions on what this means???