PEANUT BUTTER PANIC

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I have a recurring dream. It always involves my family in a motel in the Colorado mountains. I’m always in a panic.  We have to get packed so we can leave before we are charged for another day. Details change, like who I’m with, but its always Sammy and me, generally Roger. This week it was Kristina’s family; she was all loaded and waiting with her stuff in the car—very little room left for mine.

The following is an interesting detail. I have two suitcases. One is basically the one I generally use; the other is a see-through bag sort of like the big clear plastic bags bedding comes in. The problem is that the clear one is smeared with peanut butter. I am cleaning it up. It was a relief to wake up.

Now I like to think I’m unique; that that dream is original! I started entering “recurring dream…” on ask.com. Guess what? “Recurring dream about packing” popped up. Oh, my, can’t I at least have my own original dream.

The meaning isn’t very complicated. Sort of obvious, and dead center to my life. Too much stuff, need to be organized, or I need to get rid of it!

Well, I will commit to cleaning off all the peanut butter I can find smeared on my stuff!

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It’s a holiday week end.  I need a break, so I’m having one.  This is a Face Book entry from six years ago.

An  important update:  I don’t have any smeared peanut butter on anything.

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ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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10 Responses to PEANUT BUTTER PANIC

  1. Mine seem to have my high school locker or a phone of sorts involved— I can’t remember the code for my locker to get it opened in time… time for class maybe?? and then the other is that I’m stuck somewhere and I’m trying to call home- to mom or dad— and the phone doesn’t have buttons or numbers-I’m not a younger me but usually who I am now but things end in frustration that I can’t get things opened or connect with folks in time— in time for what- who knows—
    So odd

  2. pranabaxom says:

    “any smeared peanut butter on anything.” – have you seen the mirror lately😂

  3. Faye says:

    wow! What a dream for you to ponder and meditate upon. Many possibilities, I believe it was of God.

  4. Dawn Marie says:

    I love peanut butter!! 😊

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