Ooops!

My hubby finally finished painting the front veranda railings yesterday after at least a month(hallelujah! praise the Lord!) but what he also didn't tell me is that with the left-over paint he also painted the doorway(incl. the door step and windows) and I had just woken up from an afternoon nap and Buddy woke me up and told me he had to go out so we headed out for a walk(and yes, he did have to shit) and this(see the photo above with paint-stained footprints on the veranda carpet) was the result....with him running after me yelling, NO! NO! NO!  mere seconds too late. Ooops! I was like Whaaat?What?  and he told me and then I felt really bad but in my defence I had no idea and he should have told me or at least have put up a Wet paint sign or something so now we have these permanant paint footprint stains on the carpet heading away from the door towards the stairs and towards the driveway but I also see it this way: it can be like at Hollywood's Mann Chinese Theatre where celebs immortalize their foot and hand prints in cement! So this way when I'm dead and gone they have something to still remember me by and it can be like my "legacy" of a sort, ha,ha, sort of symbolic of my leaving, my footprints leaving the house,the family, this life, on my way to my next destination. Oh, well, he said he wanted to replace the carpet sometime anyway and now this gives him an excuse to.

We had a big storm yesterday as well with thunder so loud and booming it shook the entire house and once the storm passed by my splitting headache also lifted and part of the day was ok and I still got to sit outside for a couple of hours and I smoked weed, watched the clouds pass by(and some of them looked like hippo butts!) cuddle with Buddy, and listen to music, cicadas, and crickets and it was just perfect, and I just expanded and let myself  float away and enjoy the moment but the writer in me wanted to capture it in writing and had the urge to get up and post it on Twitter or Facebook  or some other media forum to capture it forever while I still remember before it passed or before I forgot it but it was a struggle because at the same time I also wanted to just sit back, relax, and enjoy and just stay  in the moment and not go anywhere and just savour  it for as long as I could for as long as it lasted. Someone also said on Twitter that they had the Best Dog Ever too but they're obviously WRONG  because *I* do!!!!!

I also had these weird dreams last night too that the 18 YR old is prego  with a baby girl which I truly doubt because as far as I know anyway she's never even been in a relationship yet but you never know as they've done lots  of things secretly behind my back that I never knew about so you never know and another one that when the 23 YR old graduates university in the spring her BF will propose but she will make it very clear that she does NOT want me at the wedding, a cruel and heartless move, and I remember too awhile ago it was either a dream or a revelation(I can't even remember now) that one of the girls(it was either the 21 YR old or the 23 YR old I can't remember who now it was so long ago) will have a Down Syndrome baby girl who will die of heart-related issues around the age of 4 or so and the 25 YR old will die young, although I hope not  for either of them and although I have  had many that have  ended up coming true( such as our fire and the 22 YR old's cancer, for example) sometimes a dream is just a dream,too.

I had a thought as well about Jesus: if He had been shot instead of diedupon a cross would Christians then be venerationg replicas of guns and wearing little gun replicas around their necks on chains instead of crosses? That just seems so morbid, yet that's what's done with Crucifixes, also an implement of torture and death so it is sort of like the same thing when you really think  about it...glorifying a murder weapon, just like wearing a necklace of a guillotuine or an electric chair,etc..just think about it...