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So many thoughts can drive a person so many places

July 4, 2010
By SANDY MICKELSON, Messenger staff writer

They - whoever they are - say you can find anything you want to know on the Internet.

Maybe they can. I'm a little wary of getting involved, but I do have a question.

If a fly flies into your car when you're getting into your car and you drive a few miles away before you slow down enough to open the window and shoo the stinkin' thing out, will that fly find its way back home? What kind of home does a fly have, anyway? Does it have a momma and poppa, a king or a queen?

Oh, the questions, the questions. But worse than not knowing the answers - I actually thought the question. I can't count on one hand the number of people who might even be interested in knowing the answer. I certainly am not one of them.

Well, I am a bit interested, just because it would be a fun fact to know.

Another thought. More of a pleasure, really. I saw my first firefly on June 24, about 7 p.m., but just a single glow, then nothing. That wasn't such a pleasure, but it certainly was a pleasure to see the first flash.

If I remember correctly, it's the woman firefly who sits in the grass and blinks, but that doesn't make any difference to me. I just love knowing it's firefly time again.

The thought of fireflies is so romantic. Fireflies and warm summer evenings, gentle breezes and sweet whispers in your ear. Just the thought sends ripples past my heart.

More good news. Garlic is good for you. That's not a new thing, I know, but I just read it new again last week in an e-mail about a new book, "Cooking Well: Garlic," which "depicts several different health benefits that, when garlic is added to our diet, can help us achieve healthier cholesterol levels, maintain proper blood pressure and potentially lower the risk of common cancers."

I don't need anyone to tell me to eat garlic. I love garlic. When I eat my weekly meal at Fazoli's, I don't leave until my tongue feels like a big ball of garlic. If it doesn't feel like a ball of garlic, I haven't done my job right. Still, I'm thinking the health benefits of garlic might stop at the sixth bread stick.

A couple nights ago, while sitting in my recliner late at night with the TV on mute because some man tries to sound as if he's from Australia and I hate that fake accent, I almost fell asleep. There's a fine point between being awake and being asleep, and if you're lucky, you fall into dreams at that point.

I do, and those are my favorite dreams. I can hear what's going on elsewhere, but I hear the people talking in my head, too.

The people at work figure I have people in my head all the time, not just in the dream state. Perhaps that's true. Perhaps that's who talks to me just as I'm falling off to sleep.

I hope they like fireflies.

So long friends, until the next time when we're together.

Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or



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