Dreams

Waking up Lena, after a night of my poor sleep, where I had dreams of volcanoes and plane crashes:
Me: Good morning!
Lena: Good morning. My brain was full of sharks.

Snorts

I got up one chilly morning this week, in a hurry, and heard Lena sniffling to herself in bed. I went in and asked, "What’s wrong, honey?" She squirmed around in bed, nose stuffed up, trying to breathe heavily in through just her nose, looked at me with tears nearly filling her eyes, "My snorts aren’t coming out!"
She was cold and couldn’t breathe through her nose. Poor snorts. Warmed her up and fixed those snorts!

Imaginary friends

Lena has imaginary friends.
– Miss Neck-a-lace: her younger brother, who looks like Lena, and likes to play with Lena. He is smaller than she is. His birthday is 2015. He lives in "Jambouti"
– Caylan: There are two of these. One is her younger sister that likes to play around, play dress up. The other is Lena’s baby and is a boy. They also live in "Jambouti".

Paris, day 1 thoughts.

  • I’m staying across from a meat shop and next to a children’s toy shop. And corner to a Starbucks. Of course.
  • When I exited the metro, after nodding off on the train, I was undure of where to go for my hotel, and maps wouldn’t load, but I caught sight of the side street’s name on the butcher’s shop awning and headed that way, like I was a pro at this. Meat (and Google street view), to the rescue!
  • Arrows to indicate "keep going this way" point down and, at CDG, they are next to stairwells that only go down from that level. I went down many stairwells trying to exit that airport.
  • I was shakey, but needed to find money and food, and walked all over to find a particular creperie, only to find it closed today (and tomorrow, because tomorrow is sunday). I was angry with the world and hungry and disappointed, and walked some more, getting lost down the side streets with many lights still up, and found some sort of creperie center. I had a gallette filled with cheeses (imagine a plate with goat cheese, roquefort, and some other kind of cheese melted on it, plus a buckwheat crepe on the plate), and a large glass of dry rose wine (the smallest they sold, but after not eating for 10 hours, it hit me fast), and some ice cream (because I was still a little shakey and light headed.)
  • Then I felt like I could take on anything.
  • So I walked around some more. I’m glad I started the walk out of the hotel by getting lost, because it helped me recognize things on the way back. It’s a very lovely city, and I’ve been finding my way around pretty easily.
  • Indiana Cafe has many kinds of tacos and bbq on the menu, but no breaded tenderloin. No pork of any kind, that I could see.
  • My seatmate on the way over was very nice. Thought it was a shame that first class wasn’t full. I barely slept. I did watch Senna, which I really enjoyed.
  • I’m tired. I need to sleep.

Conversation

When Lena’s quiet at dinner when we ask about her day (instead of the usual “saw Ms. Aurora, saw Jayna Bayna, saw Izzybell, saw Alice, saw Cooper”), we often ask her about her day in yes/no questions. Today:

Did you join a biker gang? *yes*
Did they give you a biker name? *yes*
What is your biker name? *silence*
If you told us, would you have to kill us? *yeah*

Did you perform a tracheotomy? *yes*
Was it a necessary tracheotomy? *silence*
Was it an unnecessary tracheotomy? *nod*
Did you perform it with an ice pick? *no*
Did you perform it with a pen? *yeah*
Did you do rhinoplasty today? *yes*
Was it on you or someone else? *somebody else*
Was it after a bar brawl? *yeah*
Did you use a hammer? *yes*
Did you use a screwdriver? *yes*
Did they live? *yeah*
Did they need to go to the hospital afterward? *nod* *They went in ambulance*

They went in an ambulance? *yeah, with Auntie Georgia*
Did you get a tattoo? *yeah*
Where did you get a tattoo? *on my… leg* (puts her chicken on her leg, holds it there, removes it, and then inspects the spot where it was to see if there’s a tattoo)

Why, Super Why?

Lena’s been sick, so we’ve watched many episodes of "Super Why" (aka Super Readers!) over the last few days (thankfully, it’s on Netflix and there are 70+ episodes). But watching that many episodes of a children’s show means the songs are stuck in my head and are invading my dreams. I had a strange dream last night, coming up with new premises for upcoming shows.

One was about Whyatt getting lost, and how to read signs in yards to figure out which house you should go knock on the door to ask for help. If they have kid toys and a preschool sign in the front yard: go for it! If they have barbed wire, "No Trespassing" signs, and "Guns don’t kill people, I do" signs: stay away!

And the one where Princess Pea discovers that P is for Pregnant, with the super letters spelling out "Protection".
Finally, there was one about Alpha Pig getting into some kind of white supremacy gang, but there was something about their fondness for bacon that brought the episode to a shocking end.