Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 13, 2024

This word must have been the answer in the French medieval portmanteau category in a Jeopardy masters match.

What happened to the rice eunuchs?

inject of bit of honey into the center of the rice balls. Savor slowwwly, with your eyes closed.

you’re normal. come back tonorrow

What were the sock sorting categories and criteria?

OK to wear, Needs washing, Set out to repel bears, Burn, Chase down & subdue and then burn?

Don’t leave us hanging!

Oh the humanity!

ONEIDA – Tony Kuchma, wetlands program coordinator for the Oneida Nation, was exploring the tribe’s newly restored wetlands area one day about 15 years ago when he saw something that made him react as if he bumped into a Hollywood celebrity.

“We’re not sure how the (wild) rice got there,” he said. “I was star-struck. No one reseeded it. It came back on its own. The rice was telling me it wants to be there.”

Ah, living the good life!

“Car Wheels On A Gravel Road”

“Rice Balls On A Dirty Plate”

I’ll take Lucinda Williams for $200.

I was quite the sleepwalker in my younger years. Once I even baked a pumpkin pie, and another time I did a Robin Williams Impression that morphed into a Mork from Ork routine. Nahnoo-Nahnoo!

Rick and Morty: Season 6, Episode 4

and apparently kept activity lists…

Dirty Plate is who’s on hot potato dishes in the club house.

Home plate is laundry’s sort of a sock it to me…

Email is cheap when the neighbor is Mr. Hiebor.

Cyborg come home Cryborg go to sleep.

Darn. Learned something new again. But heck, I can do that while walking in my sleep.

…part of my mid-night sleeping routine for sure …

…in…

….or is it…

…in-between…

…the realm of being asleep in the realms of being awake…

… what Rod Serling would call The Twilight Zone…

… I use a meditative treatment called…

… Eyes Wide Shut…

…the secret is to expect nothing…

…yet accept what you see…

…last night I saw a rendering of a half blue women…

…surrounded by a reality of grid work…

…it morphed into a war movie where my fellow soldier was killed by an old blind lady in the basement…

…I killed her more in shock …

…than for revenge…

…that turned into the Lady and the Tramp eating spaghetti in Springfield…

…never mind that I have to go there this evening …

…to pick up my wife’s framed paintings from the Hobbie Lobby…

…also…

…I saw a version of The Bible that I never read before…

…(yes…

…I know I gave up reading it a year and a half ago)…

…but after not daily reading three chapters a day of it so long ago…

…I wonder…

…how did I ever find the time?…

…how will I ever find the time!?!…

…peace comes in the form of rem sleep…

…southeast Ohio calls…

…though I’ve only ever only ever passed through it…

…was I ever really even ever there if my feet never touched its ground?…

Gotta watch those myoclonic episodes. Now that I’m this age, they occur more frequently.

I do all that with the notable exception of anything where I have to turn on a device (no computers, phones, ipads etc). Lots of eating on dirty plates, yes.

Then, the food poisoning kicked in….

One night, years ago, I fell asleep on the couch in front of a picture glass window … I “awoke” to see a car pull up across the street and watched as 3 figures, fully dressed in red hoods and robes, get out and scurry around the car, then went back to my REM sleep …!

( now I know I was just dorveilling? )

My latest dorveille, was frightening and exasperating!

When I woke up, the house looked like a cyclone hit it…and by golly, it did! It took them hours to dig me out of the rubble!

No more Doritos before bedtime!

Dorveille has been my reality for years.

I blame my personal ennui for bouts of polyphasic sleep.

Maybe I was just born out of time.