Do you dream in color?
I do! Usually fabrics, yarn, and scrapbook papers.
Do you dream in texture?
I do! Usually clean cottons, Angora fur, and mulberry paper.
Do you dream in sound?
I do! The click of corner rounders, the clink of crochet hooks, and the chink of pottery on the table.
Do you dream with scents?
I do! Clean cottons, fresh cut paper, and ink from pens.
Moral of the Story: Dream of what you enjoy, be it at night or in the day.
This morning I woke up to the sound of an off-key bird singing in my bedroom. I sat up and listened intently while reaching for my glasses to see what type of bird had invaded my sleeping sanctuary.
After a moment, I realized exactly where the song was coming from … my right nostril! I was stuffed up and breathing through it was making that dreadful bird’s song.
Moral of the Story: One never knows the sounds the body will make. Well, teenage boys might, but that I’m not.
I enjoy books. I enjoy reading. For me, reading takes many forms. The two I use the most are with my eyes and my ears. Yes, listening is another way of reading – to me.
Most of the time, I have an audio book going in the car. I recently downloaded from LibriVox It’s Like This, Cat by Emily Cheney Neville. It was read by Betsie Bush. (Here’s a link if you’re interested in “reading” it too: http://librivox.org/its-like-this-cat-by-emily-neville/.)
Betsie has been a friend since before kindergarten. That was a very, very, very, very long time ago. We have endured trials and celebrated triumphs. We have had falling outs and we’ve fallen down screaming with laughter. We have had many years to appreciate one another. Her voice is to me the sound of home.
So, when I started this cute audio story, I was looking forward to hearing the words read by my friend. Turned out, at the sound of her voice, I wanted to talk with her!
It drove me crazy to hear her voice each day, and not be able to carry on a conversation. Ack!
Well, I muddled through, each time I turned this on in the car, talking back at the audiobook by telling Betsie about my day, asking her how things are going, and laughing out loud at myself. I often talk to myself, but I’m sure this was stare worthy of my fellow drivers on the road. I yammered away at my dear friend for most of the book!
Not sure how much of the story I heard. Not sure I can do another one, but I might give it a try. It was nice to have her in my car for a few days.
Betsie, you’re always with me, even when you’re not.
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