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Squirrel Thoughts – Cutting the Fat

August 12, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Dreams.

Disturbing.

Like about Linda Yezak wielding a knife. A chopper kind of knife. Something about cutting the fat.

But I’m not sure that was directed toward words. Somehow my stomach was involved. And slicing chunks off it. And my thinking it would hurt. And being assured it wouldn’t.

And then everything shifted to my husband. With the knife. And him nearly pushing me out of bed. And so I got mad and went downstairs to sleep on the leather couch in the living room. And the knife was there. And so was a neat slice across the length of the cushions.

How does that fit into this dream?

Puffy cushions. Fatty cushions?

My paring knife is missing again. It’s not the first time, though. We found it in the field some time back. Probably discarded with potato peelings. But this time it’s gone forever. Part of a Cutco set we bought from a neighbor boy years ago. I’m disturbed about that.

An acorn squash and a knife pared paired up to send me to the ER for stitches once. So did a potato. I’ve lost count of how many stitches I’ve had.

My husband used to work for his uncle who owned a funeral home–and ran an ambulance service out of it. Dennis remembers a man they picked up who had been cut by a butcher knife. His wife just happened to have one in her purse. And she just happened to hit her husband on the arm with her purse. And the knife just happened to cut through the purse and cut him.

Three times.

Maybe he had fatty arms. Or maybe he was just too honest.

Last night, in a dream, my daughter was on the treadmill. Outside. I don’t know how the treadmill got outside. But she was on it. Holding the reins of two small Percherons who pulled her uphill.

No knives involved.

But a more fun way to cut the fat than taking a knife to the belly.

Does this make any sense?

I didn’t think so.

But dreams are like that.

So is life sometimes.

Disturbing.

So glad there is One who is the Source of all sense.

Linked to Duane Scott’s Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays blog carnival.

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  1. HisFireFly says

    August 12, 2010 at 1:14 pm

    Smiling.. giggling… enjoying the wild visions you’ve created in my brain.. and going to check if all my knives are in place!

    • Sandra says

      August 12, 2010 at 10:05 pm

      Gotta keep a sharp eye on those things. 😉

  2. A Simple Country Girl says

    August 12, 2010 at 1:36 pm

    What’s that you say? You had a dream. Oh, okay.

    Blessings.

    • Sandra says

      August 12, 2010 at 10:05 pm

      😀

  3. Helen says

    August 12, 2010 at 3:37 pm

    Wow. I’ve had the cutting dream. I hate it. I hope you have a better rest tonight.

    • Sandra says

      August 12, 2010 at 10:07 pm

      Yep, pretty interesting. Then there was the one about driving through an area of small homes and then I was walking and then it turned into this bazaar/arts/crafts place with new lingerie hanging from windows. I attribute that to katdish.

  4. DS says

    August 12, 2010 at 7:22 pm

    I’m gonna have to let you host these PDTs. You’re so talented. I just enjoyed every minute of reading this post and thought it was a hoot!

    • Sandra says

      August 12, 2010 at 10:08 pm

      Oh,no. You are the disturbed one. I’m just along for the ride.

  5. jasonS says

    August 12, 2010 at 7:30 pm

    Interesting to end on a positive note after all that disturbance! 🙂

    My wife sold Cutco in college for a while and we still have some of the knives. I think they’re the best.

    Keep up the disturbing work!

    • Sandra says

      August 12, 2010 at 10:09 pm

      They were oh so pricey, but I expect they’re the last set I’ll ever buy. Except for a new paring knife.

      Who me? Disturbing?

  6. Karen Lange says

    August 12, 2010 at 8:58 pm

    I always like to stop by your place! 🙂

    Oh, btw, did I tell you that my husband mowed part of the garden? It was time.

    Have a good weekend!
    Karen

    • Sandra says

      August 12, 2010 at 10:10 pm

      I like to have you stop by my place. I’m still digging out veggies. We’ll have the neighbor come in October to do whatever he does with his tractor. Hoping I can clean it up enough by then so I’m not embarrassed at the mess. 😉

  7. Linda Yezak says

    August 13, 2010 at 9:20 am

    How funny! These were definitely random and disturbed thoughts, but I wonder about the “pleasantly” part when were talking about knives!

    Knife. Linda Yezak. If I’ve ever made some cutting remark that didn’t set well with you, I humbly apologize.

    • Sandra says

      August 13, 2010 at 11:14 am

      Cutting remark? No way! BUT if I ever need an editor at PYP, I might request someone other than you. 😀

  8. K.M. Weiland says

    August 13, 2010 at 11:34 am

    Okay, now that is scary! Actually, it sounds eerily similar to some of my dreams… :p

    • Sandra says

      August 13, 2010 at 2:17 pm

      Now that’s scary!

  9. Michael says

    August 13, 2010 at 3:48 pm

    I am definitely smiling.

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