How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE


I’m Late. I’m Late.

Meant to drop in early today but my granddaughter’s home sick from school. It’s amazing how busy a little person keeps you. On top of that, we had a whack of a snowfall and I haven’t had time to shovel yet. Brr. Don’t you love winter? It keeps on giving. And giving. Groundhog Day soon.

You may have scratched your head after Friday’s post, proposing a new direction: North to Alaska. I shall try regular Friday output—I will try. I cannot say when I’ll come back full time. I’ve had cataract surgery a while back; one of my problems is my laptop screen and I don’t like each other. Ditto for reading.

Last spring I joined a writers’ group because I‘m having a difficult time scribbling anything new and hoped a group experience would motivate me. Nope. I continue to dabble in old stuff, which isn’t a bad thing, but still, I wish I’d have become more productive by now. Too much screen time is overwhelming, though so I shall take time.

Thank you for hanging in with me and your continued reading. I do miss the camaraderie, and your smiling faces in the blogosphere. Your kind support does my heart good.  XX

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The Impossible Dream zzzzzz

Winter is officially here but hasn’t made much of an appearance yet. Oh, it made another windblown visit last weekend, but like the wolf that tried to blow the little pig’s house down, soon lost steam. This is the time of year I find it hard to get out of bed. Mostly it’s the cold when I throw the covers off. I shiver till I find my slippers and hope they’re where they should be so my feet don’t touch the freezing wooden floor.

It wasn’t cold this morning nor have I been especially tired lately. Neither was I escaping reality because of what today is. I had coffee with a friend later on who said that it’s Valentine’s Day every day at their house. They don’t need a special day to remember.  Neither do I.

No, it was something else. I only read until midnight last night yet slept like the dead. Though I’m supposed to be retired, I set the alarm to get up a little earlier today.  I had things to do and wanted to get an early start. I punched my alarm clock half a dozen times when it howled at me, coming closer to the surface each time. But it took an hour to truly wake up. I felt Dracula’s slumber in his crypt as the sun rose.

I think it was the dream. A particularly disturbing one.

An estimate arrived from a garage I’d never been to. Something to do with the electrical system in my car needing repairs. A diagram was included. It pointed out wiring in the ceiling that had to be replaced (ceiling? hmm). It was confusing but the punch line was the cost was a mere $8000.00. Even at $800.00 the whole idea was a stretch. What kind of larceny was this? The overhead light must have some wiring up there but…

While I was mulling over these sketchy threads of surreal chicanery, enter the boyfriend. Boyfriend? Where did he come from?

“What’s the matter? You look confused,” he said.

I tried to make out his face. Who was this faceless wonder? “I got this estimate…”

“Oh yeah. Last week when I took your car out it was acting up. I asked my buddy to have a look at it.”

That’s when the first alarm went off. I punched the snooze button but already I couldn’t get back to the dream. What a way to start my day. Happy Valentine’s Day!