Something I Dreamed Last Night: Peggy Lee
Posted January 15, 2026 by katryCategories: Uncategorized
”A dream is a short trip into the mind’s museum.”
Posted January 15, 2026 by katryCategories: Musings
I am still housebound by choice, but I am happy and comfortable and still wearing my cozies. I am much better but today I’m coughing again. This plague tends to reinvent itself every couple of days, but I do feel better.
I have been in deep thought these housebound days. I have entertained myself by reading, watching movies, lazing on the couch and ruminating. The over and under toilet paper debate surfaced. Why, I have no idea. I guessed lack of sleep and no Snickers. Well, to go on record, I am an over. I think it the quickest way to find the end of the paper. Why is there no controversy about paper towels? Do they all have to be over, some sort of unspoken kitchen law?
I have had a strange sleeping schedule lately. I’m up roaming into the wee hours and then waking up close to noon. I’m fine with this but am unsure as the right wording. Am I up late into the night or am I still awake early in the morning?
I have been watching sci-fi movies from the 50’s. One was new to me, The Slime People from 1963. It kept me quite entertained. The Slime People are huge, prehistoric creatures covered with scales. They are actually subterranean reptile people who ooze slime and who have come to the surface because of underground A-Bomb testing, a 50’s common cause of monsters surfacing in movies. Think Rodan and Godzilla and our homegrown Them!
This movie is terrible, and I love it for that.
I got a chuckle out of a cave being called their headquarters. They don’t speak so I wondered what they did in their headquarters where they seemed to meet often. The cast includes three men and two women. One man is the father of the women, another is a marine who lost his unit and the third is a pilot who just landed. The Slime need fog to survive. Their fog machines, generated for a special effect, went feral. There were so many and so much fog you sometimes couldn’t see the cast. You could just hear their disembodied voices. They quickly figured out how to dissipate the fog, using salt water, which they carried in buckets to the fog. One of the women, in appropriate attire for the early 60’s, a sweater and skirt, is carrying a bucket in one hand and her pocketbook draped over her arm in the other. That is my favorite scene. The next scene which was only closely defeated and came in at number 2, the screaming woman held by a Slime man. She screamed so much and so loudly I wanted the Slime Man to despatch her. She could have saved herself, but she waited for her guy. The water dissipated the fog and the Slime People died. All this happened only over a day or two but it didn’t take long for there to be couples and marriage proposals. The father gave his blessing. My favorite line was the pilot’s to his new love, the older sister, “I know we just met but I have a lot of things I want to tell you if we get out of this.” Her reply, “Me too.”
“Dogs are loyal friends, and if they could talk, your secrets would still be safe. (If my cat could talk, I’d have to let the dog eat her.)”
Posted January 12, 2026 by katryCategories: Video
Just read the weather of the last few days. It is the same today, cold in the mid 30’s. The mostly cloudy sky we had earlier has given way to blue. The breeze is light. All in all it is a pretty day but one best seen from inside the warm house.
I have been a sloth for a few days. Today I wanted to continue honing this streak of pure laziness, but because I needed the usual bread and cream, I figured I’d have to go shopping. Huzzah! I had the solution. I ordered groceries to be delivered. I ordered cleaning supplies, though as if comes to mind, fresh veggies, bagels, onion bagels of course and Snickers. Delivery is on its way.
The other night was a strange one. I have been fighting a cold and fell asleep on the couch watching television. When I woke up, I didn’t know where I was so I felt around and found I was on the couch. I turned off the room light and went to bed. A bit later I heard a dog barking from what sounded like far away. I felt bad that the dog was out in the freezing cold. I listened. I recognized the bark. It was Henry’s. I ran downstairs and sure as heck I had gone to bed leaving the kitchen light on and the door open, and Henry had taken advantage. That he won’t go in the door never crossed his mind. I let him and we both went to bed.
All of my dogs have been spoiled. They have treats, lots of treats, eat well and sleep on soft surfaces, my bed being prime. Duke the boxer, I grew up with, lived a Spartan life. He ate a can of what we thought was horse meat, no proof, just rumor. He had biscuits, sometimes. He got meat drippings and ends of meat. He slept on the rugs, prohibited from soft surfaces. He knew just how to rile my father in games of keep away. My father once got in the car and chased him. My mother tried treats to lure him inside. He’d grab the treats from her fingers and run. I swear he always smiled. Duke was free range, all dogs were back then. He protected us. He followed us everywhere if he could. He loved being patted. He was licker. He was warm and lying beside him on the rug kept us warm. He greeted us and greeted us again when we got home from being out visiting. We knelt down to greet him. He was our dog. We were his people.


