Wool Blanket

Bah, bah, black sheep have you any wool?

I woke up this morning with those words running through my mind.  I’m pretty sure this could be the first step on the slippery slope to the crazy house.

My brain kept saying it over and over again, while I made lunches, got dressed and even while I was in the car.  I put on music and consciously tried to stop thinking about sheep, eventually the “bah bah” was replaced with “ooh ah”, but it took a while.

Was I dreaming about being a kindergarden teacher?  I mean, holy hell, Stephanie Meyer dreamed the idea for Twilight and I’m dreaming about…sheep or wool?  What am I supposed to do with that?  To make matters worse, I kept repeating the words and now I’m wondering why the sheep are black?  Is this nursery rhyme racist or some kind of twisted metaphor about a rejected family member?

I will be googling it today because now that I’m typing this post the damn words are spinning through my head again and I’ll need to know the origin of the rhyme.  I have been thinking about learning to knit, maybe my psyche is telling me that’s a bad idea?  Could be I’m destine to be the black sheep of the knitting world.

Just once I would like to rise with some wonderful piece of knowledge unavailable in the waking world, or a great story idea, or even…Thor.  But now, I’m stuck with the black sheep puzzle to solve and bubbling angst about learning to knit.

If I wake up tomorrow with little Jack Horner, this is clearly a cry for help.

My thoughts from the laundry room.  No Lights.

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