A Mouse Of A Dream

Yes, I’m serious. Of varying sizes, but all the same, I had a dream that I was a mouse. And I had to get . . . somewhere out West . . . in order to become fully human again. And I’d gotten onto this train with a bunch of other mice-humans, or some were just regular talking mice, like in the Fievel movies. (Regular talking mice . . . Geez.)

Anyway, I only made it up to the train stopping at one point, and me, and this other uncle-mouse that I’d started talking to, getting off the train with his niece-mouse. Oddly enough, it had stopped at Airport Plaza, so some mice went to the pizza place, and some, like me, went to the dollar store, which was a combination dollar store and party store, which is what it was before it was a dollar store. Anyway, I must have said that that was my stopping place, or . . . No, I’d gotten kicked off the train earlier for some reason, but had managed to hide out on another part, instead of actually leaving. Anyway, though, that uncle mouse found me, and realized what I’d done, but he couldn’t say much to me, because we realized the train was leaving. So, we had to jump through this red wall, fall God only knows how far, and we would land on possibly another train, I’m not sure it was the same one. And that’s when I thoroughly woke up. At the end of the jump.

I reread Stargirl. That book is so good. But I also realized, it’s more than a bit sad, yet it’s the kind of sad where you’re still hopeful. I mean, whether or not he meant to, Leo made his choice, and in the end, it cost him Stargirl. I think I want to do one of the things that she did in the book. She had a wagon with twenty stones. It was her happy wagon, more or less. The happier she was, the more stones were in it. the sadder, the more stones were outside it. Except I wouldn’t just have stones. I’d pick specific colored ones, for the different people I know, and I would etch their initials into them. J.D. M.K. M.V. M.G. J.R. J.V. D.H. M.O. M.W. S.D. D.D. (Hmm… it’s never occurred to me exactly how many people I know with ‘M’ names. ::Shrugs:: Cool.) Now, if I knew everybody’s middle names . . . Hang on a second . . . Hmm. It occurs to me I don’t know Matt’s, or Freshman Mike’s middle names. I’m not even sure they have middle names. Lol. At least now I know their birthdays. Unless I’m mistaken, Matt’s is Nov. 20th, and Freshman Mike’s is Nov. 23rd. Yeah, how sad is it that I memorize everyone’s birthday’s?? Lol. Eh, I find it neat.

You know, I can only hope that I live as long as Nana has. I swear when I’m old, I hope I’m exactly like her in personality and spirit. I don’t want to be as frail, I want more mobility, and better sight/hearing, but I think I got many of my traits from her. Stubbornness, for one thing. Because I helped her out into one area on the other side of the small garden in the front yard, so that she could sit on the ledge and just be outside awhile, while Mike and I did some clean up stuff out there, and she couldn’t help but to start pulling up weeds from the garden! She never can jst sit still and let people do things for her. She always wants to take care of other people, and despite what anyone else says, wants to remain independent. You gotta love that about someone. It’s frustrating sometimes, but not really to me. I worry about her, but I like that she still has the spirit and determination to remain as independent as possible. I mean, once, Mike and I were down in the basement, and we heard my Grandma upstairs, saying that Nana couldn’t go down the stairs to the basement! And then we heard Nana say, “Well, watch me!” And, though slowly, she made her way down. (Hey, you do what you gotta do when that’s where the bathroom is! Lol.) Mike and I have a plan for the next time we head up there. We’re going to bring gardening tools and flowers and whatnot, and replant a garden for her. It’s all either weeds or greenery out there now. So, we’re going to clear all that away, and plant lilies and tulips, and daffodils, and marigolds, and snap dragons, and whatever else I can get my hands on. Oh, yeah, and closest to the house, by the door, a lily, then a small shrub bush, then a rosebush, another shrub, and another lily. Not to mention, we have plans for the back yard, and the side. I remember, when I was a kid, strawberries grew in the side garden. And in the back there were blackberries!!! Blackberries that you could pick, and take them in and put sugar on them and eat, and they were delicious!!! We’re gonna do a lot of pruning back there, probably just take out the rosebush, and put another smaller one in, cut back the shrubs, basically do a lot of cutting back, but near the fence, we’ll plant blackberry bushes, or vines, or whatever. It’ll be great. I mean, I remember when that vine was snaked around the fence, and the bush was taller than I am now. It was wonderful. I’d go into the back first thing, and pick whatever blackberries I could. Nice, ripe juicy blackberries, and then I’d tak them in and get the sugar from the counter, pour some over, and eat them.

I miss those days. When Nana was younger, when she would come down here and visit sometimes. I honestly think the last time she came down here was during my eighth grade spring concert. I specifically asked her t come because after my dad found out we were all singing “In the Mood,” he told me hat that was her favorite song. So, I specifically asked Nana to come down and see the concert, because I had a surprise for her. (Being that she’d get to hear us do that song.) I wish I remembered more of that night, but I do think that she enjoyed it.

You know, I consider my Nana an excellent judge of character. (If, for no other reason, than what she said about Shaun. Lol.) Okay, yeah, must tell that story. It was during Mike’s senior year, I believe. I had already graduated and I believe it was while my dad took Nana to the doctor, my mom, Shaun, and I dusted, swept, and moved the carpet out of the basement. (I’m glad Mike didn’t come. His allergies would have kicked in and he’d have died down there.) Anyway, frankly, I found it funny that Shaun insisted on wearing the face mask thing, because “he didn’t want so much dust and sh*t getting in his lungs.” I looked at him and laughed at that, saying, “You don’t want dust in your lungs but you’ll willingly put, among other things, cyanide, arsenic, and rat poisoning into your system?” (You know it occurs to me, I don’t think he’s stopped smoking yet . . . ) Anyway, though, within the first five minutes we were there, before Shaun had even said a word, Nana pulled me aside, and asked me if he was my new boyfriend. I just gaped at her, and said, “God, no!!” And we both started laughing and she said, “Okay, good,” then something about how she’d have to smack me if he was. Then later, there was just this great thing where Shaun asked if she had any matches or lighters or anything, and Nana asked why. Shaun says for a cigarette, (he was gonna light it in the house, and then take it outside,) and she smacked him on the shoulder, saying, “You dirty thing!” Lol. It was great. Oh, yeah. What I was sayingabout her character judgement, though. I would love to know what she would say about Mike Keller, if she could ever meet him. Lol. It’d be an interesting meeting, I’ll bet.

You know, if Grandpa dying taught me anything, it’s to not miss out on a chance to know someone better when I still h

ave it. When Mike and I start doing the yard work, I’m gonna talk to Nana, get to know things about her. I mean, I know so little. I know how old she was when my dad was born, and when my uncle was born. I know that until my senior year, she hadn’t been in a hospital since my uncle was born. (Now that’s resilience!!) I know she has a tattoo on her arm, and that she had either twelve or thirteen brothers and sisters, and that she’s the last surviving one. I know that seeing me, or hearing from me makes her feel better. That’s where I got my memory . . . From her!! I never thought about it before, but she recalls things from years ago, and has very little hesitation in saying what happened, who was there, when, all that. Wow. I never put that together until just now.

Lol. Okay, think I’ve babbled long enough. I’m gonna go. Bye. 🙂 🙂 🙂

–Notes–

You never babble. I, for one am always interested in what ever you want to say. later-J.V. [OrcDragon65]
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I’ll send directions tonighte. :):):) later-J.V. [OrcDragon65]
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Hey that’s great! My nana hates me, but my grandma is independant like that too. *chuckle* I’ve never thought of you as a babbler. [Angel Knight]
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You are so lucky to still have your Nana 🙂 I’m not offended by what you said, actually. In fact I think it’s what I needed. I don’t know why I get like that sometimes but all I usually need is a slap in the face of sorts and the words, “SNAP OUT OF IT.” So…yeah…I’ll be dealing with this somehow :-/ [Jewel*Rose]