It was just a dream
It started out with me trying to find ways to express my boredom with deli ham. “If it’s ever found that eating deli ham is implicated in the occurrence and severity of arthritis, some members of our family will be very unhappy.”
Then it segued into “And I might have to get religion to have a reason to not eat the ham.”
Which became “That reminds me of the ineffectual social worker who tried to tell me my folks had ‘folk’ religion because they didn’t care what happened to their bodies. Hell, they were Baptists.”
That got me thinking about why I didn’t go to the memorial service for the people who’d donated bodies to the medical school (my mom): “I’m always trying to minimize my regrets. When I’m trying to make a big decision, I determine which ‘I will regret more not doing’ and doing that one.”
Which got me to thinking that (as I was doing the dishes at the time) trying to recount all of this in a blog post is kinda like trying to recount a weird dream. It was so vivid at the time, but becomes blurry and wan as you try to describe it.
