Naps

I was considering a cat nap. My neck hurts and a couple aspirin combined with rest may help relieve the pain. Then in its pain influenced fog, my mind began to wander. Why call it a "cat nap"? My own cats sleep, on average, about 25 hours per day. No sleep they get even resembles a nap. They basically are unconscious most of the time with intermittent, short bursts of wakefulness. I wouldn't be surprised to find one of them asleep with her face in the food bowl. So how can a cat nap be a short term sleep?  Wouldn't a cat nap be more akin to a coma?  

Also, why do we say that we want to take a nap?  From whom or what do we take it?  It's like the man who says, delicately choosing his language, that he has to take a pee.  Really?  Doesn't he deposit rather than take?

How do foreigners ever understand English?  Idioms are another problem, but the phrases "cat nap" and "take a nap" are just odd.  My guess is that these expressions are mistakes that through repetition have become part of the lexicon--like using impact as a verb. 

póllәtiks

pol-i-tics (noun) [póllәtiks]


1. Activities associated with government

the theory and practice of government, especially the activities associated with governing, with obtaining legislative or executive power, or with forming and running organizations connected with government

(takes a singular verb)

Encarta Dictionary from Microsoft Word 2010

Does that mean that the correct use of the word in this context would be "Politics sucks?"  Sounds wrong but yet so right on so many levels.
I am tired of trying to find kind and gentle ways to explain my stance when it does not align with friends.  They make comments or post on Facebook and I feel like I need to defend what I believe.  However, 1) I wonder if anything registers after I say I disagree, and 2) Does anyone really care?  I scour the internet for articles that may support my views.  Sometimes I have to reassess previous conclusions as I find information that is new to me.  But I try to be knowledgeable. I try not to step on the toes of people with whom I may disagree.  I sound pathetic.  Maybe I should just take forums like Facebook and TV news for what they are: unintentional or even purposeful expressions meant to boil important beliefs down to sound bites or talking points.
To hell with all of it.

Politics=Rabbit Pellets

As the political quagmire deepens during this punishing election season, I notice more and more often that my neighbors are raising rabbits.  (the rabbit thing--borrowed directly from my daughter Colleen)

Don't Waste the Fuzz

There is all of this fuzz caught in the filter of the dryer.  Maybe I could use it to stuff pillows.  Maybe I could somehow spin it into yarn.  It seems such a waste to throw it out or let it burn in the dryer vent.  Stuffing seems to be the solution.  Now, what to do with the ubiquitous cat fur--maybe felting?

A Little Hazy but Happy

It is almost 3 a.m.  I can't quite force myself to go to bed.  There is something going on--something in my head or maybe something emotional.  There is the urge to hit myself on the back of my skull to see if I can get it into my conscious realm.  In the meantime, I loved today for its 90 degree high, so much better than the 100+ that has plagued St. Louis for much of the summer.  I am proud of my son participating in his 1st triathalon and finishing.  I am happy that my daughters are not like some of my aquaintances' children who would just not fit in a family like ours.  They would not be interesting enough to hold their own.  I like my family, my children, the way each is unique but with undercurrents that make them a fascinating unit.  Some might say I am lucky.  Others would say I am blessed.  I am just happy things have turned out the way they have.

Funk

This is probably not the best time to write an entry. I do not feel physically well, and I am unhappy with my job. I might as well be honest: I am unhappy with myself. I have multiple tools available to me that can improve my outlook, but I am currently choosing to ignore them. I am not thinking "poor me." I think I am just in a funk. I am also not a springtime person. I prefer fall and winter. Maybe I will move to Alaska or Iceland. Maybe I am just concentrating too much on myself.
If someone handed me this paragraph to critique, the obvious target would be the overuse of the word "I."

Facebook

Now that I have a Facebook account, I am not sure how to distinguish between what might be appropriate for the blog and what would fit better on Facebook. I do not remember these philosophical dilemmas twenty, even ten, years ago. Maybe length and depth are the criteria. I also imagine more people follow my Facebook page than read my blog. I have "friended" so many people. (I still have not accepted friend as a verb. I am not too excited about gifting either.)
I guess if I want many people to immediately know I have a hangnail, I will post that to Facebook. If, on the other hand, I want to discuss the philosophy of injuries to the hand, I will add that to the blog.
About the hand. . .