While I've been taking care of errands and a sick kid home from school, I caught myself humming a song.
I recognized it, but couldn't place it.
Now that is a blast from the past.
It's amazing what decides to spit out
from the recesses of my brain
from time to time.
The A Team.
The only thing I can think that possibly dislodged that deeply embedded tune from the back of my memory is that Monte and I did discuss last week how someone he knows had a van painted to match the one in A Team.
And if I have accidentally caused you to hum The A-Team theme song,
don't even THINK about getting it out of your head.
It's locked in.
I can kinda see where the tune came from.
I watched the show as a kid.
It was a big deal.
But that wouldn't explain the dream I had the other night about McDaniel and I sitting in the backseat of a car with a little goat that we were goat-sitting and it got all nervous and started kicking the holy heck out of my stomach with both of its hind legs like a donkey.
I could FEEL it kicking me.
We finally got the goat home and all the neighbors came by to pet the goat and it got nervous again and started giving my shins the kicking business.
Again, I could feel the pain of its little goat hooves whacking my shins.
I told my prayer group my dream.
One of the moms in the group has a very sick daughter who explained her feverish dream of goats and having one as a pet.
My friend thought to herself,
"We can never ask Karmen to goat-sit!"
So that's something to be thankful for as we approach Thanksgiving,
a brain/memory that still surprises you with
what its stored and retrieved
and friends that know your dreams so well
they'd never make you goat-sit.