Every now and then, for shits and grins, I scroll through my search history on Google before I clear it out. If my life could somehow be reduced to these random inquiries, I would be in big trouble. That movie would have to be shown on a big screen with some version of a psychedelic handed out as you settled into your seat. That would insure the film buffs, druggies and curiosity seekers, for sure. Is there a more important demographic than that? I think not.
Here’s a partial list (verified last Google scroll): (Not for the faint of heart)
What is an effective home treatment for anal sac inflammation in an old dog?
What does a sudden rise in BP mean?
Will a Merlin falcon kill a cat?
Why does a male mallard duck nearly drown the female during mating?
What causes painful swelling in a wrist tendon?
When is the next full moon?
Is REM sleep more important than light sleep?
See what I mean? A weird movie shaping up there for sure. I asked about the REM sleep because my dreams have been wild. The latest was a dream about the most beautiful, silky, powder-blue guinea pig. Wait? What? I’ve never had one, i’m totally unfamiliar with them, but when I looked up guinea pig, yep … that’s what it was. Crazypants.
My sleep has been horrific, as in I’m getting very little. The benefit to that (if there is one) is that I’m weirdly attentive to my heart rate. If I lie ‘just so’ on my pillow, I can hear my heart beating: da-thump, da-thump, da-thump. It’s clear as a bell as those chambers fill and empty. One morning, my heart started racing wildly as I barely lifted my head off the pillow. It was fascinating.
Sometimes (and this will really sound crazy) I am lying in bed trying to fall asleep when behind my eyelids I see this filmstrip begin to run of a hike of mine or some beautiful place I have imagined. It clicks through each frame with crystal clarity. I marvel at this even as it is happening. I love it so much.
Then two nights ago came the smell of berry cobbler.
I swear the smell is real and this isn’t the first time it’s happened. It’s like someone is baking something wonderful up in the attic. I gotta say, if all of this is symptomatic of some neurological failure, spare me that assessment. It will show it itself soon enough. Right now, I’m fascinated by my own decline.
I walked the neighborhood yesterday day with Yoda. Twice. There’s no question spring is near as all I could hear in the nine o’clock hour was a wild cacophony of birdsong. There were house sparrows and purple finches, juncos and crows. There was a tree full of bushtits and kinglets and chickadees. Of course there was that single stellars jay screaming from the tops of trees. And there on a leafless branch, a lone Bewick’s wren singing his heart out. I thought I might die right there of pure happiness. Spring is so close … ❤️
So that’s the current state of things here. Time to go pore over the REI catalog and try to decide how to spend my $6.79 reward. Life is chock-full of tough choices. I best be wise about this one.