St. Anthony and the Dream Team

Annie has a naughty habit of playing with her glasses and popping out the lens. [The clear one? Heaven's no! It's the one with the prescription.] She hadn't done it with her new glasses, so we mistakenly thought she was over that phase. Last night, her spectacles became monacled and we turned things upside down looking for that @$&%*( lens. We entreated upon St. Anthony to help us and I went to bed angry and frustrated.

This morning, Dave awoke with a dream that suggested Annie's lens may be in the hair-bob basket. I woke up with a dream that suggested Annie's lens may be under a certain cushion of the couch. Dave organized the hair-bobs and got bupkus. I moved the cushions and got zilch. But I had one more idea to re-look under the couch, with the flashlight and viola! There was her lens, under the section of the sofa, amid the other hair-bobs that couldn't be reached. That's where my stick with a hook came in especially handy.

Thanks, St. Anthony! He worked through Dave and me together.

Word Parcels

With the power of bloggerly suggestion, I have been dreaming more lately. Make that, I've been remembering more of my dreams. Today, I had a blissful nap that lasted about 2 hours and was interrupted about 6 times. I remember dreaming that Ann Althouse was debuting her new book about blogging and it was called "Word Parcels." The cover was hot pink and had a flower imagery all over the cover [I'm thinking Georgia O'Keefe]. I woke up and wondered, "Did she really write a book? Let's google it and find out." She had not.

I suspect it's a confluence of these factors: RLC for the dreaming, Amba for the thoughts on writing, Lileks for the annoucement of a newly-finished book, Althouse for the sheer volume of bloggerly goodness and the clearly feminine/feminist? imagery on my imagined cover and me for stewing them all together into this little word parcel. Did I mention that I'm making beef stew for dinner in the crock pot?