This is not a revelation, sometimes I just notice obvious things, like my fabulous Cher switchplate from a few posts ago. What I saw today, as I was sitting down here, was my lack of focus. It’s not a lack of concentration, that I can do fairly well, it’s really a complete void in my ability to zero in on any one topic. C’est la vie, more random flipping around in my odd little head for tonight then.
I bought that lovely flannel remember? And I don’t know what I will make with it, but whatever it is, it’ll be comfy. Comfort is very high on my priority list. Because of this I have a pillow that needs to be replaced, but due to the “can’t let go” aspect I also struggle with, I have been putting it off. It’s old. Really old. Older than my children.
Back before Daniel and I were married, but after that day in the gas station, we had been out for the evening, enjoying some adult beverages (even though I was not technically of legal drinking age until the week after the wedding). We’d just slipped under the covers when the room began to spin. I put my foot out to stop the motion, but we all know how this never works. Instead I turned my head, and said, “Dan. I’m gonna….” At which point I barfed all over him, and the bed, and the bed-clothes. He was, as always, amazingly calm. He got up, helped me to the bathroom then proceeded to strip the disgusting bed and place everything into the tub. He helped me get cleaned up and we spent the night in sleeping bags. The next day he took me to a White Sale and bought me a super wonderful feather pillow. Which I have hauled around with me ever since; to the hospital three times (for the birth of each kid), and once before that (to have my tonsils out), to several root canal appointments, on every trip out of town we’ve ever taken, and it’s still on the bed right now. Except, it’s getting a bit … uh, worn. And thin, and is less than fluffy. 
That’s a pillow case I made, I don’t know, some time in the past two years. 
Why yes, that IS a french seam. Tidy ain’t it? I can dress that sad and aged cloth container of feathers up all I want with new garments, but, it doesn’t make it any younger, or fresher. I need to go get a new pillow. Soon.
And now a bit about snacks. There is a movie called Mermaids that I really liked. One, it was called Mermaids, but more than that, it starred Cher. She was a mom who could only make snacks. Everything she served her kids was on a toothpick. That’s how I am, simple in food preparation. 
Here are some my favorites, and they are difficult to find. Lora commented the last time I took a picture of those coconut M & M’s. They are terrific, but my children don’t like them. Maybe it’s an acquired taste, like sardines or something. The Bottle Caps have recently made a re-appearance in stores, and thusly, in my life. We used to eat them when I was a kid. Now that I’ve found them again, I can’t get enough.
Fortunately I wasn’t eating them last night though. I’d be dead right now and posting my blog from beyond the grave. We were watching an episode of my favorite show (Craig Ferguson) with one of my favorite comedians (Louie Anderson) when I choked on a Jr Mint. I mean it was totally blocking my airway, and I was seriously choking, to death. The good part was that Jr Mints are soft, and they melt, so I didn’t die. I did, however, breath minty-ness down into, and later out of, my lungs for a few minutes there. When it was clear that my obituary wouldn’t read “cause of death: snacking” Dan says, “are you okay?” He had been on “wife alert” the entire time. I could finally almost talk, so I nodded my head and gasped out mint-ly “yeah.” A few more minutes passed and I said, “I thought you were going to need to Heimlich me. Hey. You CAN Heimlich me right?!” He said he had been thinking the same thing. And yes, his Red Cross card is current. I won’t meet my ultimate demise via snacks if I just keep him next to me. Forever.
In our Card O’ The Day this afternoon I noticed an awesome “turn” of fun-ness (I won’t say coincidence because I don’t believe in them). This Celtic Shaman’s Pack doesn’t have the traditional major/minor arcana. It has categories that are slightly more eclectic: The Card of Vision, The Movers, The Empowerers, The Worlds, The Elements, The Totem Beasts, The Shapers. This one falls under the heading of Elements, and it’s Air. 
Cool draw huh?
“The Colours of the Wind ~ Empowerment of Air
A whirling disk of intermingling colours streaming outward from the centre.
The subtle power of the Air brings messages from far off places. It can have a profound effect upon humankind, both for good and ill, because as with all Elements, it is untamed and wild. It may blow the journeyer into strange places or take him/her by routes other than those usually taken.
Journey: Travel to the top of a hill and there invoke the power of the winds to carry you to the place where you need to be. Make your own Song of the Winds to do this. Travel safely, while observing all around you. The Air will whisper answers to you, for the higher good of all.”
