This is a non-scheduled silence. No, it’s not that the silence is continuing. It’s really a partial explanation of the silence. I have been feeling the “something viral about to land” signals, but discounted them as a source of the silence, because it took so long to fall – slowly worsening over a week or so. Now it’s here, and it’s some sinusy thingy, which means I slept late. Weirdly, I feel fine as to words today. Just clogged up and a bit sleepy. But not wondering over what exactly is causing me to feel ick helps.
And now, before fall into the my description of my ills which doesn’t interest anyone, not even me, just a quick post about baffling stuff.
What do I mean by baffling stuff?
Oh, I don’t know. Things that change in the surrounding reality that can’t have changed in the surrounding reality. Like… like the world changed while you were asleep.
No, I’m not talking about politics, or economics (though for the love of Bob (Heinlein), if that’s a world change, change it back!)
I’m explaining this very badly.
Let’s start by saying that we science fiction and fantasy writers and readers can make up truly twisted stories about the world, while other people shrug and say “well, I guess I’m misremembering.” Or “I’m imagining things” or… whatever.
Only sometimes you KNOW you’re not seeing things, and you’re not misremembering, or else the rest of your family is misremembering along with you, and the SF geek in you steps back and goes “What if I (and the family) stepped overnight unawares into a parallel universe where this, this and this is different?”
Or of course, what if the dreamer dreaming reality missed a step or two, as an author does, sometimes, calling the character Helen in one chapter and Elene in the next.
What on Earth am I talking about? This: have you never known – know for absolute sure – that you’d put something in one place, only to find it in another, when no kids/cats/husbands could have changed it? Too often for simple memory failure? Or when someone else remembered it too?
Take when we moved from our first joint apartment to a home we were renting in a city 30 or so miles away. We were twenty three and tired, and besides we’d been moving all day. The last thing I remember, with startling clarity, was my purse sitting on the arm of the sofa we were abandoning (in retrospect I wish we hadn’t, but that’s something else) in the apartment. Halfway on the road to the new place, Dan remembered it too and said “We’ll have to go back and get it tomorrow morning, before the landlord comes in.” Only when we got to the new place, my purse was there – on the arm of the sofa we’d taken there. “Okay,” you say. “Memory tricks.” Except impossible, because in that trip to the old place, to get the final stuff and do the final cleaning, we’d stopped at Food Lion for me to get cleaners, and I went in with my purse. If I’d left it in the new place, I couldn’t have paid, or Dan would have needed to go in with me.
What’s the explanation? I don’t know.
The ones that creep me out are stories I KNOW were half finished, but that I find in my drive completely written out. Sometimes stories I JUST planned to write. Okay, maybe I sleep write. That’s an explanation. If so, d*mn I’m good, and can I do it more? But you’d think Dan would wake up, right? Since my office is half the bedroom.
Then there’s … what prompts this post – well that and the fact I’m feeling exceptionally silly.
My cats have always hated three types of food: Science Diet (which every vet tries to push at them); “chunks” food – the one that’s tasty slices or tasty lumps or whatever. They like decently can-shaped food – and anything poultry flavored.
So, in the name of Ned, how did they suddenly switch to eating science diet, chunks and poultry like it’s going out of style.
We bought some science diet because it was very cheap, and I thought, well, even if they don’t eat it all, it will pad out the rest. Instead, they devoured it and asked for more.
Okay, my first thought was that SD must have changed their formula, right? Right. But the last time at the pet store, Iams slices was on sale very cheap too, so I grabbed a few just to try, and a few of both SD and Iams in poultry flavor.
And they’re eating all of it. In fact, they’ve doubled their food consumption and eat these once-despised foods, just fine.
What is going on? Yes, yes, cats mess with your head, but this is too much of a switch, and besides the four of them would never coordinate.
So – what is going on? Did we step into a parallel world unawares? Did the dreamer who spins reality forget that detail?
Or are they REALLY just very small spies in fur suits who have replaced my cats? And if so, what are they spying on? The word deposition rate of the not-so-sane writer?
What is so fascinating about that?
What do you guys think? Should I blindfold the cats?