Crop Circles and the Like...

This one's interesting:

Friendly aliens offer to show you the galaxy, but you can never return to Earth

OR

Aliens abduct you for a week of medical experiments, but then you go back to your regular life*

Got some work in on my little Santa this afternoon.  The count stitch is off in a couple of places,but I'm trying not to sweat it.  I'm about to pick up my cashmeres stripes scarf while I watch Sunday Night Football.  I'm also struggling along with my glow-in-the-dark footies.  The yarn is stiff and tough to work with, which I assume is due to the luminous dye.  It hurts my fingers --- dead ones and fine ones ---- to work on it very long.  I still promise to show it to you one day.

Oh.  Yeah.  I'd pick puppies.

  *I, suppose once you see even part of the galaxy, you'd want to see it all.  If you go with the week, you'll never get anybody to believe what happened.   If the aliens' ship is large enough to keep me from being claustrophobic, the choice is easy. 

This One is Crazy Difficult

 Would you rather be in a room full of

puppies

OR

kittens?*

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or

I never promised easy, people.  I just promised choices.

*Nope.  Not gonna give my answer 'til I see some of y'all's.

Saturday in the Chez

My knees have been been giving me no end of trouble lately.  Salonpas patches, ibuprofen, creams and sprays and ointments, ice, heat...  Nothing works for more than than a couple of hours. 

Standing after sitting is the absolute worst.  Once I start walking, things are okay.  Very, very bad knees are a genetic gift from my father's family.

This time of year, Saturdays without a TV are awful.  Radio is a fun throwback, but only for a while.  Oklahoma is in town to play UGA, and traffic out there has been bonkers.

 

Have I mentioned the unfinished roadwork ALL OVER TOWN?

Trippy, Man

Would you rather

hear colors

OR

taste colors?^

Have you ever tie-dyed anything?  I remember dyeing a t-shirt, which may have been for a Girl Scout badge.  My mother would never have let me freely "waste" dyeing on something so "tacky."  

The heels are turned on the pastel socks

...AND the whole thing looks like a uterus. This is, perhaps, an added perk of sock knitting on straight needles.  Check out the pretty stripes that are the heels.  This one should be done tomorrow.

^Hearing them would be so overwhelming, I'll go with tasting them.

Speak

Therapy today, as my therapist has another commitment Friday.  That is making me feel like tomorrow should be Saturday.  So weird how your mind plays tricks on you like that.

 Would you choose 

Being fluent in every language

OR

Having the ability to talk to and be understood by plants and animals*

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I got a couple of new plants yesterday;  this is my favorite:

I've named it Nakatomi.   The little babies at the base even look like frames for a front door.  I considered naming it Hans Gruber, but it doesn't look much like a Hans.

A cloudy, windy day here today.  I got to break out my first pair of boots of the season --- pale blue denim.  I'm about to go make myself some hot chocolate --- from scratch --- and call it an early night.

*A trick question?  If you're fluent in all languages, wouldn't you be able to communicate with plants and animals worldwide?  I'd choose fluency.  I already talk to Tap and my plants.

Day Four and Actual TNT

I have to go with an answer by default on today's query.

Would you rather

...remember every little detail of every day of your life

OR

...remember your dreams vividly

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My dreams stay with me, sometimes for days, so the little detail remembering choice must be mine here.  How about you?

Every single morning, I wake up with a song in my head.  It might take me a minute to hear it, to realize what it is, but it's always there.

I decided last month to write down each song each morning.  What surprised me was how little repetition there was --- two songs showed up twice.  Weird stuff happened: the theme from "Star Wars?"  Then some days began wonderfully, like with this one:

Man, I love the Everly Brothers.  One of my musical weaknesses is good harmony, and theirs has never been bettered.  (Equalled, yes, not bettered)  During a trip to Nashville once, I saw Don Everly, and I still get stomach butterflies thinking about it so many years later.  Whoever Cathy was, she should be ashamed of treating an Everly poorly.

Cross-stitch-wise, Twinnie and I are in the same place (duh) ---

Santas.  She's making two, I've started on one.

Mine will be the smallest of the three.

Okay, Readers

You can only read the first page of every book

OR

You can only read the last page of every book^

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Last night, I tried starting the second sock, but utterly screwed up the ribbing.  My frustration with the TV is oozing into other life areas: instead of trying to fix the mistakes, I just ripped the whole thing back.

A brutal rainstorm blew in here yesterday afternoon.  Fortunately, there were only a few branches down in the front yard.  There was flooding in some parts of town, and several traffic lights were out.  Me, I just backed my car out into the driveway and got real cheap car wash.

^Last for me.  First might intrigue me and be hard not to turn.  Last, I have closure --- literally and figuratively.  You also sound vaguely cooler if you're able to say, "How about that ending, though, huh?"