These thoughts popped into my head today:

A few years ago some friends in town were always wanting me to come spend the night, like a sleepover. I never quite understood why, but they insisted, so finally I did a couple of times. The first time I slept in the guest room upstairs. The mattress was very firm, and I didn't sleep well. The next time, they were talking about how they'd made a bedroom in their basement spare room, so I said I'd try that one. This one, the mattress was better, but there was apparently no insulation in the floor and I was right under their bedroom so I could hear their voices before they fell asleep (good thing they didn't get frisky) and could hear the dogs' toenails clicking around on the hardwood floors.

At one point, one of them got up and started taking a shower, and with the lack of insulation, it was as if I was in the bathroom with them. I figured it must be morning, so got up and got dressed, waiting for them to go into the kitchen so I could join them. But when I finally saw a clock I realized it was only 2:30 a.m so went back to bed.

While I was cooking dinner, which was vegetarian, I got to thinking about the time I visited my parents when I was maybe 24. My mother had discovered a green pepper stuffed with brown rice and topped with bacon recipe that I just hated. It needed a sauce because it was just sitting there looking at us on the plate. I couldn't believe my dad, Mr. Meat and Potatoes, was going to eat that, and I actually let my mother know it wasn't something I'd serve. It occurred to me today that it might have hurt her feelings, and although I don't think my sister would serve such a crappy dish, now I wonder if she served something similar and my mother, who thought my sister could do no wrong, was just emulating her.

It's funny how we sometimes take awhile to realize something.

Yes, these are strange, trivial, random thoughts, but it's like dreaming: entertaining to see what comes to mind when I'm doing things like hanging laundry or making beds.