It is possible that growing up in a very dry state (Wyoming), has contributed to my fascination with water. I can remember, as a kid, loving to sit by the “crick” up in the mountains, and listening to the sound of the water. We also liked to play in our country grandma’s irrigation ditch. We’d spend hours “dinking” around water, any water we could find and doing it in ways probably not that safe, but were awesome fun.
I grew up and moved to places abundant in water. It falls from the sky so heavily that even now, after more than thirty years, I still stop to look. One rainstorm here can top the rainfall totals for a whole year back home. There were times, when we lived in New Orleans, where we hauled bottles of water to drink in the front door, while sweeping water out the back door when a hose broke behind my washer. (Of course it was the hot water hose…)
I even have water dreams. They are weird. One of the more persistent, I have unexpected company. I invite them to sit down and my living room is so full of water, it laps at our knees. And we all pretend that is normal. Maybe it is normal in a dream.
No, I have not seen a shrink about my water problem.
So, do you have any weird fixations that turn up in your dreams? Or your laundry room? Please do. I’d hate to be all alone with this. And if you comment, you’re automatically entered into my AnaBanana Gift Basket of awesome. Winner is announced the first blog post of the new month (which will be the next blog post!).
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