ok, so...this song was not only in my dreams last night, but also sung in church this morning by young children

Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh (clap) do remember me.
Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh (clap) do remember me.
Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh (clap) do remember me.
Look a way, beyond, the blue.


in my dreams...my dad was singing this song, not just the above refrain but also verses which i tried to recall when i woke up.....the vision was quite clear...my dad was leading the group of young people in song at some sort of church retreat along a creek-bank...i know the place...troyer's hollow.....in ohio.....i also recall that we took home plastic bags full of tadpoles, which never gre into frogs......ah well.....

the ghost writer

ok, so.....we watched the latest of the netflix arrivals last evening......wow....what a thrilling surprise from roman polanski......and how clever he was to make the north/baltic sea look like martha's vineyard...i was totally sucked into the angst and the edginess of the impending doom....and never saw the end coming....

back to reality

ok, so....it has been a long week......and i did find myself fantasizing about the time when i will not have to work each and every weekday.....i came to home to garden mostly dead....i try to tell myself that it is hybernating early for the long winter ahead but i will not be surprised when it is a vast empty wasteland come spring.....no matter...i will start from scratch with some planting scheme or another should the wrost case scenario turn out to be true......it is a bit soon to rake leaves.....so rather than get out early and tackle yard work i am still in my robe, sipping coffee, and playing wordtwist on facebook.....i could get up and start the laundry.....

home again.....

ok, so......all's well that ends well....my rolling black duffel that was not at the post-passport control carousel in charlotte actually turned up in lexington......i had no clue as to how that happened...not until i got home and opened up the bag.....there was an official card from the TSA explaining that my bag has been searched as part on behalf of national security...or words to that effect....which kinda means that they had my bag when i was searching for it as well as when i was making inquires with the us airways folks.....ah well.....happy to be home....in one piece given all fo the terror warnings....

Ok so I am in Charlotte and my black duffle is not.....numerous black duffles and the attendant suspects that someone mistook mine for theirs...cannot fi

le paperwork until it fails to show up on the belt in lexington....mostly dirty clothing so it is the principle that counts here

same time, same station.....but tomorrow instead of today....

ok, so the US Airways connection to Charlotte that was to arrive with a 90 minute window to catch our 6:30 pm flight to London......was in the line for takeoff when the captain announced that we were taxiing back to the gate, where we must deplane and await further instruction.....essentially we stood in line to inquire about rebooking til past the time when the flight to London was wheels-up and gone.....and so now we are back home, with confirmed reservations on the same flights we had to day....only a day later than expected.....i will call expedia to rearrange our hotel reservations and side trip to Bath/Stonehenge/Windsor......all places we must see now that we have spent so much time in 'queue' chatting with women on their way home from the WEG who happen to live in Windsor and Bath......seems WEG was part of the problem....all flights out of LEX are booked up with folks heading home....if we could have gotten to Dulles we could have had a late flight to Heathrow.....a group ahead of us in line were so task-oriented as to split up: part of the group rented a car to drive to Cincinnati while another group rented a car to Louisville while the remainder waited in line to rebook flights from either place or both places.....these folks wanted to go home very badly.....ah well.....i have devoured a lovely omelet, and now i must call expedia before i fade......

Ok,so......let's see mobile blogging works...

terror alerts

ok, so the terror alert scale has been ramped up a notch just in time for my departure....and while it gives me a good excuse to skip the London Eye......i can hardly avoid the Tower or Trafalger......i am certainly not frightened to the point of staying home.....but i will admit to being unnerved just a tad......on the other hand......ig one has to make an unplanned exit from this life it might as well be while traveling, one of my favorite pursuits.....

kitty

ok, so our aging feline is going blind as she goes bald.......as i sit on the office desk chair in front of the pc in the hall....the poor dear attempted to jump up onto the arm where she likes to perch while i type.....she missed and fell awkwardly to the floor.....we have to pick her up to her food bowl, which is kept on the plant window in the guest room where the door can be closed and the dog kept away while the cat eats at her leisure....she seems to be hesitant at jumping up the shelf these days.....hard to tell if her eyes are clouded by cataracts, or if something just as tragic is going on......her gaze now has a crazed, wide-eyed look......she has slipped onto my lap from the arm....and is purring madly.....ahhhh......

people i don't know

ok, so in my dreams there were numerous folks in my 'house' in all states of dress and undress that i do not recognize......they appeared to be present as guests of my in-laws, and appeared to have been invited without regard to there being adequate sleeping arrangements.....at one point i asked my m-in-law about her plans to accommodate these people, and she said that she had booked a condo at a good rate...except that she had booked the condo in florida and no where close to where her guests were milling about......and so my spouse and i gave up our room and invited ourselves over to the home of friends, where we were set up on a sofabed in the living room....and we awoke to our friend holding a very thin child, and suctioning out her lungs.......cystic fibrosis?......and then our friend sat down on the side of the sofa bed and started doing needlework inserts for wooden box lids.....she had a bag full of boxes and she told me that i could choose one for myself....but the lids did not match the boxes.......