Every once in awhile, a faithful reader will email me to tell me they had a dream about me, and they always offer the caveat that they are not a stalker. I do not know why they have to assure me of that, because it’s not their fault what their subconscious does.
Last night I had a dream I spent the night at Faithful Reader Paula H&B’s house, and her cat Simon slept in the bed with me. With his cross-eyed Siamese self.
This is only the second time I have had a blog dream. The other one was when I dreamed you all wanted me to wear a onesie and put a picture of it up and I did it. I preferred the one where I got to sleep with Simon.
How overly involved with my faithful readers am I that I know the breeds of their cats?
Of course, I know the breeds of the pets of everyone at my grocery store, gas station, doctor’s office, FEDEX! office, and so forth. The names of their kids? Pfft.
Speaking of pets, my dead pet Ruby’s lilies bloomed!
Not that Ruby rose from the dead and did a little gardening. Which would be nice because that back yard is a mess. Rather, this is where she is buried and I planted a lily there to commemorate her black fuzzy self. And the lily finally bloomed.
I found one that had red in it for Ruby. And it’s pretty, like she was. And it took awhile to open up, like she did. Perhaps this flower will come in and pee on the carpet, too.
And speaking of our back yard, the guy next door used to rent his house, and we kind of had a parade of fools living there since we moved in. First there was the single mom who had two kind of bizarre kids. They were super-intelligent and I liked them, but they said the weirdest, most not-kid things. Of course now that I am telling you about them I can’t think of a single example. Let’s just say there was never an “I’m rubber you’re glue” emanating from either kids’ lips.
This woman also had two kittens who she let run hither and yon, and they were forever in my yard.
This is Edna, who I named after one of my great-grandmothers. You have no idea how much I wanted to steal her. In fact, my overzealous dog walker DID steal both kittens, and the neighbor immediately put up signs all over the neighborhood, so I called ODW and told her she had to bring them back.
I did not mean to ramble on about this person for 48 years.
The next person who moved in talked on her phone in the side yard all the time, making her side security light go on and shine in our bedroom and forcing us to listen to her annoying voice at all hours. It was a shame when she left.
Anyway, Paul, our neighbor, couldn’t rent out the place any longer due to the economy, so he moved in himself and has been making really stupendous changes to the house and yard, including cutting down 3934829504934 weed trees in the back.
Just yesterday I was noticing one of our old trees looks like it’s on its last legs, or limbs, and I was thinking about what kind of tree I want next, and really what I want is a mimosa tree. You wake up, go to your tree, get a champagne and orange juice right off the branch! BAH!
Okay, really. Here is a mimosa tree. And they smell so good. I know you are shocked at the color.
But I was also thinking, maybe we should get a magnolia. I mean, we’re in the South. Isn’t it kind of a prerequisite?
So this morning I was in the back yard taking pictures of Ruby’s lily and playing with Talu, when I noticed this:
We HAVE a magnolia tree! I had never noticed it because of all the thick foliage in our back yard, and my neighbor’s back yard. But now that his is gone, hey! There it is! I think it hasn’t had a chance to get big because of all the other trees.
Including the world’s hugest pine right next to it. I know “hugest” isn’t a word. But what else could you say about this tree? I’m surprised we don’t get tourists. Maybe we could cut a hole in the middle and let people drive through it, like you can at that park in the Redwoods.
I have no idea how I got off on a tree tangent. Simon and I are going down for a nap.