Scattered

My mind is more scattered than ever.  Last night I was going to try to plant my zinnias and nasturtiums and I said to Ernie, "I can't find the cosmo seeds you bought the other day."  The man just stared at me and finally I said, "uh....did I just dream that?" and he nodded his head.  Huh.  Oh well, I'm going to go buy the rest of the seeds I need....like cosmos.....and plant tonight if possible.  We'll see what the rain is like today.

I'm confusing my dreams with reality, I can never remember what time of year it is.....I assume this will all correct itself at some point and I'm not dealing with early dementia....  Speaking of dementia, someone from the church visited my dad yesterday but he wasn't responsive enough to take communion.  It made me very sad.

I want the week to hurry up so we can get Ernie's surgery over with.  I wish I knew what time it will be but we don't find out until Thursday afternoon.  Hopefully it will all work out with the boys' schedules, etc.

In the meantime I have the Kinks' Victoria going through my head constantly....

Oh, and yes Don, I SO wish someone had gotten a picture of Berni and Owen having a conversation.  We'll have to lure Berni and Wendy down again sometime.  Owen refers to Berni as 'the guy that likes Lego."

Comments

[mrs. chicken]

Victoria is my favorite Kinks song. Thinking of you.

[Don]

I often confuse dreams & reality as well. In fact, I cannot be certain I will not be meeting a 7-foot chicken named Bruce on a roller coaster on top of a skyscraper for a lunch consisting of spaghetti, cotton balls and Peeps. Just have to wait and see.

[Katherine]

Let me tell you I do the same thing! I even get mad at my husband sometimes because he pissed me off in a dream. Luckily, he's the nicest guy ever so he doesn't complain. He just laughs and says I'm an entertaining wife.

[Kenny]

This is not the first time I've heard of husbands being blamed for things that happened in a dream. Speaking for all husbands, let me just say that this is just not right. We have a hard enough time as it is staying out of the doghouse.

The other topic really interests me. What is the longest that a song has stuck in your head? And is it usually a bad song? I think I had Herman's Hermits' "Henry the Eighth" stuck in my head an entire summer.