Do you know Xavier? Me either. This morning when I woke up he was in my head. I knew where he was, I knew everything about him. I knew so much about him, that when I made my sleepy-eyed way out to the coffee maker, I had it all planned in my mind how I would talk Tall Cool ☺ne  into getting us a little Xavier. A new pet was in store for me. I was going to research the web and find me a baby raccoon.

Like so many times before, I get up and start writing down the details of the dreams that keep me awake half the night, and I think they make so much sense. Like so many times before as I was writing it down, plotting my case, I realized just how crazy my idea was.

Xavier means absolutely nothing to me now. I cannot even begin to remember the thoughts that were on the tip of my mind when I first woke up this morning. Even though they were explicit in my dream, now they are gone.  Why the heck would I want to take on the responsibility of Xavier?

Why does that happen so often when we wake up in the morning? Those dreams we have are so vivid and real, be it good or bad.  When we are fully awake they fall just below the subconscious, gone, never to return. Xavier came to me in my dream so that I would have something for the challenge today.   Xavier was the question to the answer. That is all. Do you ever have the answer come to you in dream?

Welcome to the A-Z Blogging Challenge. This year I think it will bring a lot more people together with this crazy pandemic. Being quarantined means people will flock to the web looking for things to do. This is a great way to meet new friends/contacts. Maybe you will read something new, find a new hobby, or just be entertained by some random musings. Whatever the case may be, stay safe, drink plenty of liquids and enjoy the trip.

Lollipops and Lollygags



Lollipops used to be the reward at the doctor’s office for children if they were good during their office visit. I remember as a little girl going into Dr. Buzzell’s office, it smelled of stringent antiseptic and iodine. I would sit up on the cold table while he stuck a wooden stick half-way down my throat and told me to say ‘aaah’. I didn’t want to say ‘aaah’ what I really wanted to do was to throw up.

I must have been bad because I don’t remember every getting a lollipop. However I do remember seeing them sitting on the counter in a glass jar. It reminded me of Oleson’s General Store on Little House on the Prairie. Nellie and her brother, Willie were so spoiled and always dipping into the candy jars. I was not a spoiled child, but would have loved to been able to dip into the candy jar.

I believe the practice of handing out lollipops at the doctor’s office changed not too long after I was a child. I have a feeling it was due to the rotting teeth of children. When I brought my children to the doctor’s office, years later, Dr. Brewster handed out stickers as a reward for being ‘good’ in the office.

Lollipops were also a special treat at the bank. Why? Because kids were a pain in the ass when it came to waiting in lines and cell phones and iPods were not invented yet. Giving them a lollipop kept them quiet while Mommy did her banking. My bank has a basket next to each window and you can help yourself if you go inside. They also hand them out at the drive through window along with dog biscuits for Fido.


Lollygag is to fool around or to dawdle spending time idly, fruitlessly or lackadaisical.

We used to have a blind dog named Bear. Bear loved to go for walks even though he couldn’t see. He was born without eyes, so his other senses were better than normal. He was so smart that he didn’t need a leash on most occasions. He would listen for our footsteps and know where to walk or when we stopped.

One day we started out for a walk and Bear decided he wanted to lollygag. I said, “Come on, Bear! Quit your lollygagging! I’ve got things to do when we get back from this walk!” Bear understood what I said, he really did. Do you know what happened right after I said that? I learned about lollygagging. 

I slipped on the gravel, and fell to the ground. I landed on my left knee, and a rock tore it open like a fillet-O-fish. It didn’t hurt at first, after I saw the blood and the bone then I thought I was dying. Sixteen internal stitches and ten external later and I was couch-bound. For two weeks I had the opportunity to understand what lollygagging was all about. That taught me to accept what is, and if it takes longer than I expect, so be it. Every moment is a gift and you never know when the lollipops might disappear from the bank counter.

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Blank Canvas

March 12

Dog laying at her feet

Blank canvas, sweet retreat

Brand new dream fills her mind

Yesterday’s worries far behind

Outside snow squalls in winter air

Studio warmth leaves her without care

Brushes strategically lined for use

“Let’s get started,” whisper’s her muse

Flick of her wrist, paint cap flies

Nimbly brush canvas before vision dies

Illustration in her mind indeed quite splendid

Creation of colors combined well blended