Undulating Waves of Brain

Good morning,

It's 43 degrees here on the prairie at 7am on a Sunday morning.  I'm getting a late start today, as I was up until 4:30am, but that's another story.  Yesterday was a dark eerie day, what with those undulating asperatus clouds hovering over the house all day.  My friend Sandy was right- they looked just like something out of a science fiction movie.  I could easily picture a spaceship falling out of the sky, landing in the backyard, and scaring the absolute hell out of the thirty-seven geese who spent their day playing in the puddles and marking their territory.  I still say that they look like breasts.

Aren't these clouds just the coolest thing?  Julia and Mike, two local meteorologists, helped to crack the code on the classification of the things.  I knew in my heart that they weren't mammatus clouds; they were just too dang wavy.  I ended up taking lots of pictures, which showed up on just about all of the television stations on the evening news.  The earth is just a beautiful place to me, full of astonishing things that make my brain cells crash around in absolute amazement. 

When I wasn't taking pictures of the sky, I was going spastic.  I had so many things on my mind, so many things to do.  I was zinging from place to place and chore to chore and really not completing anything in the process.  This is the modus operandi of my husband and I gotta tell you, I would jump off of a cliff if this was the normal way that my brain processed information.  It all felt very foreign to me, as alien as those clouds,  and I finally decided that I needed to take a deep breath, plunk my butt, and make up some lists.

I am a list person from WAY back, and now I have four of them sitting on my country kitchen table.  My to-do list helped me pay the bills, clean the house, do the laundry, make hail boards, and a host of other things that needed to get done.  There's the list of seeds that I need to start looking for- I'm VERY picky about which varieties end up in our garden.  I have my packing list because in two days, I take to the friendly skies to visit my father in Florida and make sure he's staying out of trouble.  And because I shall be gone for a spell, there's that honey-do list, the bare-bones minimum stuff that hubby needs to do in order to keep this place merrily rolling along in my absence.

After the supper dishes were done, I sat down to watch S.U. be defeated by Ohio State in the Elite Eight.  The boys just were a tad off their offensive game last night, and I guess in retrospect, they really didn't deserve to win.  But gosh, those refs were hard to take with their biased slant in favor of the Buckeyes and going on and on over this Craft guy.  The Orange still gave me lots of excitement throughout the season and now I can focus full attention to my Yankees.  

Now as to the reason why I was up until the wee-wee hours of the morning.  The problem was  doo-doo, ka-ka, or whatever else you want to call it.  Last year it was diagnosed, many dollars later, that one of our aging cats Lily has an acute problem with constipation.  I guess as some cats age and get sluggish, so too do their colons.  Things got so bad last summer that she landed in the vets for two days, having enemas.  Anyway, last night, Lily was in distress.  I decided to stay up with her to make sure that she remained okay as she went from litter box to litter box, attempting to do her duty.  Her poor little anus was stretched right out to the max, looking just like a pointed missile.  She finally managed to drop her bombs at 4:30, and which point I collapsed into bed next to my well-rested, snoring husband.  As a special treat, I allowed Lily into bed with us, something I rarely do, and covered her up with a shirt.  She's still on the bed, still cuddled up, and feeling much better now, thank you very much.  I feel like a train wreck.

Today will be continuing on with my to-do list, hopefully crossing things off, one by one.  I think I'll pack my suitcase today and unpack my new dishes and get them into the cupboard. And after going to Chinese buffet with the hubby, I'd like to shoot over to a store and look at their Ferry Morse seeds.  Tonight will find me watching Harry's Law and then going to bed, leveling out those undulating waves of brain activity and snoring some major zzzzzzzzzzs.  Sounds like a plan.

Have a great day.