Teams, Work and Dreams

… but sometimes they shouldn’t come together.

Do you remember the saying about teamwork making the dream work? It should depend on what the dream is, no? Some of us have the most awfulest of dreams, and we have teams – those dreams shouldn’t come true.

I dreamed I was frolicking about somewhere in a yellow dress. My dream may have been influenced by VvG’s twilight painting – I stared at it long enough, not just to draw it, but I really like it – his sunflowers, not so much! And that same day, I think I saw yellow mums in the grocery store and considered buying them.

Whenever I get out of bed late, between 8:00-10:00 am, I am sad and annoyed because I’ve lost a chunky part of my day, and I don’t feel any more refreshed. Making the extra time in bed a waste. I wish the brain I wake up with and have for the first half of the day, was the same in the evening, then:

Life could be a dream
If I could take you to a paradise up above
If you will tell me I’m the only one you love
Life could be a dream

Life could be a dream
If only all my precious plans would come true
If you would let me spend my whole life loving you
Life could be a dream


Sh-boom by The Chords

As you know, depending on the shape and colour, I have a thing for glass bottles. Dad bought a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey when he was hereThe same day he threw it in the recycling bin, I removed, rinsed, washed, and put it on display. I am collecting bottles again. I’m a collector (not like the movie guy), but I’d like to collect things that don’t take up space.


This morning, I left one meeting because another one was supposed to start – and I sat at my desk waiting; fifteen minutes later, I decided to check, and everyone was already in the meeting. I ended up being late when I wasn’t supposed to be. You are aware of my love-hate relationship with all things Microsoft for their inability to work consistently.

“Teams! You used to tell me when someone started a session – why didn’t you this time?” If I tried to connect, you’d tell me, “Hey! There are people in the room already. Check your face and your space, bitch!” Then I’d say, “Good lookin’ out!” And get my pocket mirror before turning on the camera and connecting.

None of that happened today. Will it happen next time? With Microsoft, who’s to say! They certainly don’t know!

Even when I am leaning toward the shitty end of the spectrum, if I can make people laugh, that brings me joy. And it makes me smile, inside and sometimes out. This brings me back to how terrible I am at telling jokes. That got me thinking, why do jokes need punch lines? 

Exactly! They do not!

INTRODUCING … no-punchline jokes. I am going to throw random shit out there, and the receiver will complete it based on their personal experiences, and that new joke will work for everyone! Everyone will like it because they get to complete it! No joke!

Bar jokes have existed probably as long as bars have existed. In the 1950s, the jokes began with animals (such as a dog or a kangaroo) coming into a bar and asking for a drink. By the 1970s, the “walks into a bar” jokes were told by almost every comedian.

In a 1980s food joke version, a sandwich was walking into a bar, only to be told by the bartender: “We don’t serve food here.”

“…walks into a bar …” jokes are the most basic jokes, and I cannot write them. Grrrr!

Did you know that Shakespeare made up several words that eventually got added to the English Lexicon? Also, I learned a new poetic form, lanturne/lanterne.

The Lanturne is a verse of 5 lines shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of 1/2/3/4/1.

Thank you, fellow WordPress writers, for that bit of knowledge! I am working on writing without filler words, even in my journal posts. Harkening back to my uni essay-writing days. Overall, I’ll be a better writer for it.

We received our first spattering of snow! I had planned to keep Zoey outside for the winter – I thought I had a good handle on how to set her up for success – but I don’t want to take any chances; not sure if I can keep her space totally dry – snow drifts and rabbits can die of hypothermia pretty quickly when wet. And I have no idea how I’m supposed to prevent her water from freezing – I’m no scientist!

Tue Nov 15, 2022

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