Monday, November 27, 2006

Bedridden



Interesting word, 'bedridden'.

[Middle English bedreden, from Old English bedrida : bed, bed; see bed + rida, rider (from rdan, to ride. See ride).]

Hmm...nothing like THAT going on 'round here lately.
But alas, I digress...

In the past few days I have been quite thankful for all the crap lying around my room as it has given me something to look at while languishing in my fevered stupor.

FYI, I am actually feeling much better today.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Glad to hear you're feeling better...and don't you find your own household crap comforting sometimes if you are in the right mood for it...and just useless stuff if you're not?...I love that Devil type thing...what is it?

Laura said...

Only IF you're in the right mood, Deirdre. Otherwise, it's just a noose around yer neck. I don't know how many times I've wanted to just box it all up and give it away. Don't know how many times I HAVE boxed a bunch of it up and done just that.

Actually just got back from a 'donation' run. And found a Christmas tree stand for 95 cents--looks like we're doing our first live tree (EVER for Jasper, since I was a kid for me).

Enzo's over--he's sanding my living room wall and will be painting it for me--I'm choking on the dust at the moment, but oh we will look lovely this holiday. 8^)

RE: the devil. He's a cast iron thing--a coin tray, maybe? I got it from my daddy years ago. He got it at a local flea market.

The 'woman' is an antique cast iron boot jack called a 'Naughty Nellie'. I like to put the two of them together--I'm weird that way.

And the cat?
Dunno...just got him for a buck recently. I LOVE him. Beautiful piece of carving. Great character, I think. (But if he's a famous piece of folk art, somebody better damn well tell me--I still need money!!)

K...time for mashed potatoes.
With lots o' gravy.

Anonymous said...

Glad to hear you're feeling better. It must have been a trip to gaze upon those things in your fevered state.

Fever dreams are so intense, complex, detailed and real that it sometimes seems as if they are transmissions from the microbe itself.

That was your crazy pagan gnostic visionary moment of the day.