First, I wanted to thank everyone for their prayers. It seems to have worked. My sister's surgery went very well, and they only needed to remove her right ovary. She did have a huge cyst, but the rest of her organs looked healthy. She is resting and recovering in the hospital and will be home by Thursday at the latest. Her family hubbie and kids are grateful and relieved as am I. She is a VIP in our hearts.
Knowing my recent quackery with the duck dream, most of you will be glad to know that the bizzareness continued even while I was in New Jersey. My sister introduced me to her lame goose. Yes, another beaked friend. He is a lone Canadian Goose who has an injured wing. His flock has flown further north to nest and have babies, while he sits alone on Medford Lake in New Jersey , unable to fly. My sister, utilizing her nervous energy in the days before her surgery, decided to call every possible person who might help this poor goose. In all sadness, her calls have gone unheeded by authorities. She simply wants the goose to be taken to a shelter and have his wing fixed. He is very lonely, she insists, and I would have to agree with her. He is fat and able to swim, therefore able to nourish himself with the plants from the lake, but come winter he will surely suffer. The geese are considered destructive by most of the local idiots in charge, thus, I assume, not worthy of human intervention. So sad, the heights to which we have scaled, only to leave the lesser creatures to suffer. My Sister , will of course continue to call, until someone helps this goose, I just know it. Personally, he is a beautiful thing, and I would have him for a per, if I possible could. I suspect, that eventually, if nothing is done for the goose that my sister will take all steps to ensure his warmth and safety.

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This evening, when I arrived home, my son was already outdoors to greet me. It seemed that Miss Kate had for the last two mornings brought him breakfast and gotten him on the bus. Still, he wanted his Mom. He was so happy to see me, and it leaves me wondering what he thinks when I am gone. I worry that he is thinking that I won't return. I don't explain to him why I am leaving, or how long I will be gone, but I am now reconsidering that. Before, I have always thought he would never understand. I think, even in a small way, that If I told him that I will be back, he would at a minute level, an encouraging level, understand the sentiment. It is so difficult to interact with a child who is severely language delayed. I have to remember that even the inflections in my voice are encouraging for him. All evening he sought me out, rubbing my back, asking me to hug him. I feel terrible, considering he may have for the last two days, been wondering where I was. It is not that everyone else does not dote on him, they do! But Gabe and I are symbiotic. His world will always be deeply emeshed with mine. I know, I have motherly guilt, and for the most part very unwarrented. But I do realize now that I have to at least attempt to have a conversation with him.

Yes, that is what I said duck bites hurt at 2 am. Now let me back up a bit and explain myself.!
Thursday night was the full moon, the second in the month of may, otherwise known as a Blumoon.
But you all knew that. Often around the time of the full moon, I tend to become either an insomniac, or just a crazy dreamer. Often I do not remember my dreams, but usually do on a full moon. Most of the time I dream during my naps, entering REM very quickly.


So Thursday night I indeed was visited with troubled nightmares, concerning, of all normally mellow animals, a duck. A Biting duck with a penchant for my Ass!


LOL, I am sure by now you are thinking that I have fallen off the sane world into the bizarre. Trust me I would agree. As with most bizarre, nightmares, have little way of making sense. I cannot explain the plot as I have no clue. I cannot even explain why I dreamed about ducks, except to say it was a full moon.
Apparently, within the confines of my hallucenigenic dream, I had a pet duck. A normal appearing duck. Typically white, with a passive orange beak. Passive this duck was not. I carried this duck around either by the neck with the duck flopping as though dead, or with the duck clinging to my body as a primate would. Go Figure! The dream interpretation would be worth hearing!

I would let the feathered creature down to be duckly I guess within my dream. In order to get back into my arms he would bite my ass to climb back on. Okay now stop laughing, its just too strange I know. At one point within this nightmare the duck bit my butt so hard that it actually woke me up. I was in a cold sweat, still feeling the lingering pinch!

It was so real to me that I asked Jim to check my ass for bite marks or bruises. Of course he was happy to comply once he picked himself off the floor from laughing and had wiped his eyes of tears.
It was the kind of dream that I kept revisiting all night! Have you ever done that? I know I woke up several times, visited the bathroom, and getting a drink of water. But still, when I would go back to bed and fall asleep the duck would bite his way back into my dreams. At times it seemed like a video game that I couldn't beat.!


Needless to say I suffered from Lack of sleep and a "ghost" bruised butt on Friday. I had such a terrible headache by Friday afternoon that I had to confess my dramatic nightmare to James at dinner last evening. He said he wanted "some" of whatever I was on and that I was one crazy mofo. Nice huh? He did though, once he had gathered himself inspect me last night looking for claw marks, as he thought that perhaps the cats who often sleep with us, could hve been the source of the pain that I interpreted as the great Biting Duck!


Something good to come from the nightmare though. I thought of a song for the Saturday Boogie crawl.

From a dream Dictionary lol.................
Duck

To see ducks in your dream, either represents spiritual freedom (if flying) or it represents the unconscious (if swimming). Ducks are rather multi-talented animals that can walk, swim and fly and thus may represent your flexibility and in blending into various situations. Alternatively, the dream may also indicate that you are setting yourself up or being set up for the kill as associated by the phrase "sitting duck". Also, the duck may be a pun on "ducking" some issue or situation, instead of confronting it head-on.

To see a white duck in your dream, signifies falsehood and deceit.

Jim and are are heading out to Dinner in Baltimore. We are going to Fell's Point to have sushi on the pier.

I love to eat sushi outside on the pier. Straight across the harbor is the Domino Sugar plant. This place never ceases to amaze me. They have big barges that bring the unrefined sugar to the plant for refinement and packaging. They simply load to sugar from the barge with a bucket loader! Meanwhile you can actually see the sugar as it is leaking and spilling from the bucket loader. You can tell as well, when there is a less experienced bucket loader, or when the bucket needs maintainance because more sugar gets spilled en route from barge to plant.

Fell's Point is a bustle on a Friday Night in Early Summer. The wind off the bay is balmy, and you can hear music from other establishments floating in the air.

On days when I scour the net for pictures and funnies, I usually end up sticking to a particular theme. Usually animals, clean jokes ect. Today I was in a blue moon mood I guess cause the theme was anatomy..........and not intentional. Check it out........

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