Dream the impossible dream

[madbaker]

I let myself sleep in today; the wife has come down with the flu and I'm fighting it off. Apparently the shots this year weren't formulated for the strains hitting the U.S.

The cat woke me from a pleasant dream this morning (he was being his usual nocturnal buttheaded self, which requires getting up and spraying him with vinegar water).

I was playing for the Giants. As a Major League ballplayer. Granted, my subconscious wouldn't let me be a star player - I was a bench utility guy making league minimum and probably in my last year (of only three or so). But still: a professional ballplayer.

Sigh.

What I'm reading: Elizabeth Moon, Victory Conditions

Comments

[fionnbharro.livejournal.com]

Wow; So it really is your dream to play for the Majors.



And I thought that it was just a metaphor.

[deathbytamarind.livejournal.com]

Friday night before Fanfest I dreamt about the Giants playing a home game wearing their road unis. Plus Barry Zito was # 71.

[aastg.livejournal.com]

Vinegar water? Why not plain water?

[madbaker.livejournal.com]

When we sprayed him with regular water, he would pause his buttheaditude - "Huh, I'm wet." Then he'd continue.

Vinegar water has a slight sting to it. It doesn't discourage him, but it does stop it so he can groom away the smell. If he's sufficiently wet it takes long enough that he forgets what he was doing (but that involves drenching him...)