NUTTIN MUCH

Tuesday, February 02, 2010 Yesterday I didn’t feel so bad, but I woke up today feeling worse again. In fact I may feel the worse since the first day; a week ago last Friday. I went to the Saratoga Springs Intermountain Instacare and a doctor whose name I did not get, poked and prodded and asked a bunch of questions including, have you been out of the country, have you been around sick family member etc, then said “Well you don’t appear to have anything exotic. (My word no his) It appears to be the same as what’s going around though it has lasted longer than usual. Take Imodium, stay hydrated and lay off the caffeine. It sometime makes diarrhea worse.” He then said that since we are going on a cruise next week, I should see my regular doctor and see if she has any special instructions in consequence of that. Later, I was driving out of our circle to get me a bite of lunch. I saw Raleigh Huntsman on his front porch hanging onto a small white dresser. I pulled over, rolled down my window and asked if I could help. He said, “No I have a pretty, young helper.” I asked, “Your daughter? She’s a cutie.” He said, “Yes she is.” At that point she came out the door, saw me and walked up and asked if I had access to a truck. I said no but I have a van with the back seat out.” She said, “Will a couch fit in it, a small couch, a futon actually?” I said I thought it would. She said “Good, I’ll text your son (Jim) and see if he will help me. That should be fun!” I told her Jim knew where the key was and I drove away. She has recently moved out of her parent's house and up to Park City.

STILL NOT BETTER

01 FEBRUARY, 2010 Here it is Monday. I have been fighting this, whatever-it-is since a week ago last Friday. I think maybe I am starting to get better but then who knows. I often don't feel the worse until later in the day and not until sometime after I have eaten. It is only 8:30 a.m. right now. We'll see.

MORE is MORE - MORE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH

WEDNESDAY, 27 JANUARY, 2010 It happened again. And again like the other times it was after talking to Corey; this time like Friday it was over lunch. This time it was at Sugarhouse Barbeque. Judy and Jim were there too. Barely made it home.

Loo, Loo, run to the Loo

TUESDAY, JANUARY 26, 2010 I have been fighting a bug since last Friday noon; needing to stay near the loo etc. Yesterday morning I thought I was getting over it but bam it hit again. Again this morning after feeling pretty well when I got up, it hit at about 10:40 a.m. I am getting tired of it. Interestingly enough, both yesterday and today, it hit me as I was talking to, or immediately after talking to Corey on the phone. Come to think of it, the original bout was at lunch with Corey on Friday. Hmm, I wonder if I am allergic to Corey!

YA SURE YOU BETCHA

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 20, 2010 At 3:30 this morning I woke up laughing from the following dream. One needs to read it with a Scandinavian accent. It was in the early stages of the “church” in Utah (Deseret). The Scandinavians were settling in Sanpete County. I was a Dane named Sven. There was a Swede named Oly who was not too bright who lived in the next settlement; virtually next door. Our communities were on the upper side of a hill or small mountain. Oly, in addition to not being too “with it,” thought the only Scandinavians worthy of any consideration were the Swedes. I got a big kick out of teasing or maybe a better word for it is tormenting my “friend” Oly, jokingly putting down the Swedes. One day I went too far and he lost it and came after me. He chased me through the trees and across small streams and finally down the mountainside to where the Swedes and Danes were holding a reunion or community party. All the time he was chasing me I was having a good laugh and was running just fast enough that he couldn’t quite catch me. All this time we were carrying on a taunting (in my case) conversation with a heavy Scandinavian accent. I don’t remember the exact words. I started poking my friend Oly with a long brown slender stick that was not too strong which finally broke off about one third the way from the receiving end when I jabbed him. Oly got into a conversation with an aunt who mentioned that Oly's grandmother was a Norwegian. He was devastated and threw himself down onto an olive-green couch next to me and lamented, “What am I going to do? What am I going to do? My grandmother was one of those no good Norwegians!” and went on and on… “I think I am going to commit suicide!” He got up and paced back and forth then threw himself back down next to me, “No, I’m not going to commit suicide!” He paused a moment then said, “Ya, I tink I am going to have to commit suicide!” At this point I woke up laughing. Fyi: The whole dream was outdoors. The couch was not far from a clump of trees.

SCREWBALL CHILI

SUNDAY, JANUARY 10, 2010 Yesterday I met Corey, Jayden and Bailey at Won Won Wok for their $5.50 lunch special. They went through the drive at McDonald’s first and got Bailey a Happy Meal. The other three of us got two sushi rolls each. Corey and Jayden had California rolls. Corey had a side of spicy mayo with his. I had a spicy tuna roll and a spicy salmon roll. Jayden wolfed his down in no time and wanted to get another order of two rolls. Corey said no and Jayden wasn’t happy about it. From there, we went to Wal-Mart where Jayden and I got hair cuts. Jayden was mad. He has decided he wants to let his hair, “grow long like a skateboarder.” While he and I were getting our haircuts, Corey and Bailey did some grocery shopping for chili makings for their ward chili cook-off that evening. Corey was going to make a chicken white bean chili. When we were through getting our haircuts, Jayden and I went to the toy-game department and got him a chess set. He has been playing chess in school. I was more than happy to pay $5.00 to make a chess learning investment. I later learned that Corey won the “Most Screwball” category for his chili. He also made “Red Lobster” brand biscuits. He said they turned out “really well.”

"HORSING" AROUND

FRIDAY, JANUARY 08, 2010 The other night I dreamed I was a horse. This was the fifth dream I have had about horses but the first one, if I remember correctly where I was a horse. In three of my dreams I was on horse back. In one of them, involving my son Chris, I dismounted and went on to completing my mission. Another one was in a pre-earth life and I never dismounted. In the dream of the other night there were a dozen or perhaps twenty horses. We were running over hill and through dale, over small streams and around groves of trees etc. there were various shades of green in the vegetation. After a while it turned into good horse against bad horse. The bad horses were chasing the good horses. I was one of the good horses. I don’t know if I was the bad horses’ prime target or if I was just preoccupied with my own safety. Finally it came down to one bad horse hot on my tail. I think perhaps we had outdistanced the rest. He finally caught up with me and we started fighting. I wasn’t afraid. It was just the bother of it all. At this point we horses took on some human features including being able to see human attributes in our faces. We were also thin like a thin person. Finally I grabbed his left front leg and bent it in the direction it would normally bend but went way past the straight up and down. At this point it looked like a hairpin bent this way. In fact it became a hairpin. My enemy squealed and writhed in pain and shook violently but wouldn’t give up; still vowing to get me and do me in. Finally he couldn’t take it any more and cried “uncle.” I turned him loose and went on my way, again romping over hill and dale, across small streams and around groves of trees. The next thing I knew, he was on my tail again and again to the same conclusion, the same fight ending in my bending the same leg the same way and his screaming in pain; except this time before he could yell “uncle”, I woke up.