Thursday, September 27, 2007

Random Thoughts...

...on the beauty of nature.
This morning I went out with Griffen to jog at 6:30. The moon was still out and was in the western sky, and the sun had already risen as well. The moon has been full and bright lately, and this morning it hung in the sky wearing a unique shade of peach, while the sun glowed in magenta. It was a perfect moment. The kind of moment that made me stop my jog routine and stand in the middle of my street and stare at the moon in the west, then turn around and stare at the sun in the east and then turn around and stare into the west again. The kind of moment that makes me marvel at the concept of the earth rotating, allowing the sun and the moon to take turns showing us how beautiful, how perfectly round, and how constant they are.

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...on being woken up.
I am not the most coherent person when I am talking in my sleep. Let me rephrase that. I am perfectly coherent when I am talking in my sleep, but the topic I am discussing in my sleep is completely out of sync with everything that is going on around me. For example, I once woke Todd up in the middle of the night frantic because we were going to be late and we didn’t have tickets. I also once got annoyed with him because I didn’t understand why “these shoes are news.” I don’t know where we were going that we were late for, and I don’t know why a particular pair of shoes annoyed me to the point where I speculated as to their newsworthiness. Of course, I have no recollection of those two discussions, as I was sound asleep.

September has been Todd’s month to carry the pager for work. They take turns, and he has to take it for two months out of the year. If he doesn’t answer the page within a certain amount of time the system will call his cell and our home number. At 4:30 on Tuesday morning the phone rang. I saw on the caller ID display that it was for him. He listened to the message, and came back to bed. The only rational thing I could think to say was “Is it Saturday?”

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...on bad dog behavior.
I wish my dog could talk. This way I could ask him this question:

“In all the time that you’ve known me, when have I ever not gotten really mad at you for putting your snout into a pineapple upside down cake on the counter and inhaling the whole thing?”

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Blogger Gypsy said...

Ah, pups. What goes on in their little noggins? :)

October 1, 2007 at 10:25 AM  

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