My sleep patterns were good and steady, until this past March when Dad died. I sleep, but I don’t feel rested. My dreams are strange and harder to remember than usual. Always a vivid dreamer, it suddenly feels as though my subconscious is not working out its kinks as effectively as it has in the past. Two [...] Full story...
About a month ago I woke up in a most unusual position. (Don’t be nasty, Syd.) My arms were crossed very, very tightly across my chest.
So, back in 1998 when I lived in Atlanta I somehow scrounged enough money to buy a Crafter acoustic electric guitar.
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My mother called at 7am PST today. I knew what she was going to say before I picked up the phone.
“Hi Mom,” I said.
Don’t be nasty. (Syd, I’m looking at you.)
I had a dream last night that Bayou and I were shopping for clothes because we lost weight.
The last few years I’ve had these occasional bouts of “Should I have’s”, mainly with regards to whether I should have gone to college right after high school.
I’ve been reading a fantastically interesting book called “The Code Book: The Science of Secrecy from Ancient Egypt to Quantum Cryptography” by Simon Singh.
…because I made my first pot roast of the season last night.
If you’d like to recreate this yummy-ness, here’s the recipe:
Ingredients
1 eye of round roast
1 bag of white or red new potatoes
1 bag of baby carrots
2 beef bullion cubes
1/2 to 1 white or yellow onion
Kitchen Bouquet
Montreal Steak Seasoning
2 Bay leaves
I do this in the [.
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