Body relaxes, mind races

I gave up trying to put my mind to rest regardless of how well my brain allowed my body total relaxation. How long I laid on the verge of sleep I do not know but visions kept running through my mind so here I am in another day with another blog. I pursed my lips and removed a migrant hair bringing forth the vision of my mother in law in her perennial state of rinsing imaginary hairs from her mouth. I think of her often. The vision is usually dominated by her hands immersed in the boiled head of a pig extracting the gelatin and flesh with which to make head cheese, a delicacy Ron favored. And he was fond of pickled pig's feet. Chicken feet didn't have to be pickled, however. I would slip the scales and toenails off the cooked feet on which he preferred to feast before reaching for the roasted wings.
Thinking of skulls I must remember to contact Gary at Leo's Taxidermy when I get home to remind him to save skulls of animals he mounts for hunters. I promised I would clean them myself so he agreed. Those bones are useful tools at the Refuge Environmental Education Center in my vertebrate lessons for students. Plastic replicas can be purchased but at a cost beyond what I have to spend for props. A birder explained the time and effort that went into processing the bird skulls she prepares for our display and it appeared to be a daunting exercise. When I worried about that a fellow teacher suggested his method which was to bury the skull and let nature's meticulous recyclers - millepedes, earwigs, roly polys, earthworms - do their thing. Sounds like that would do my job, too.
Now let your thoughts send your mind racing!
Naomi Sherer