Vegging Out

Last night, after a hard day at work with not one but two crises, I didn't feel like reading, writing or arithmetic (in our house this means paying bills or looking at the budget), so I curled up on the sofa and actually turned on the television. Usually when I do this is it with a goal (How the Grinch Stole Christmas- the original cartoon of course), but sometimes I just look for something to watch.

Normally, there's nothing to watch, and I push that red off button. I saw a movie that looked interesting but I couldn't find the channel in the guide that comes with the newspaper, made a wild guess and got E! which I had never watched.

It was something called the 50 cutest or greatest or most memorable child stars from movies and television, hosted by two of same, young ladies all grown up. There were scads of clips from a gazaillion shows I had never ever seen: Different Strokes, Malcolm in the Middle, and shows I had never even heard of, along with a few I had seen, like Roseanne, and movies, Home Alone and The Shining. The program also did "where are they now?" bits and kind of glossed over, but not totally the kids who had screwed up. Most were back on track. If they weren't it wasn't mentioned, but the gist of this is that I felt like I caught up on 20 years of sitcoms in one evening, hell, in two hours, and that this was actually entertaining and I hate to admit that I enjoyed the veg out time. It was just me and the cats, who of course were napping, just like Thisbe is doing now in front of my monitor and I can't see the last two lines I'm keying and have to push the cat hair out of the way which she doesn't seem to mind.

Last night I had a long complicated dream which will not be related here, but the weirdest part of it was that I took out my cell phone and instead of a keyboard there were rows of cherry tomatoes to push. Now what was that all about? We buy a box every week for lunches an salads and whatever. They were very big in Europe, like they had just discovered them, and my sister-in-law served them for lunch and we didn't, like, exclaim over them as we should have, because who knew? Later on I figurered it out from the menus and the displays in the food halls, but again, who knew?

The dream also contained within another dream about a garden and I realized that this is a garden I dream about often but never remembered. Very cool, except the dream is kind of sad because some years (in the dream) the plants don't all come up, some years they move around, like the squirrels have replanted them or something. Food for thought. And not cherry tomatoes either. Maybe I should tell my sister-in-law how to make cherry tomatoes provencal. Maybe I should eat breakfast. No tomatoes.

Aloha,

Grapeshot, who is still waiting to hear from a bunch of agents.