Dream snippets

I haven't remembered the main body of my dreams for yesterday or today, but I did bring the last scene of each out of the night.

Yestermorn, I walked with my love in a huge backyard that fronted on a forest (conservation land?) in springtime. There was a sense of a huge old (Victorian) house belonging to us. Flowers were just blooming - tulips, daffodils, narcissi, snowdrops, croci, and the like and he was showing me the ones he thought were the most beautiful. I caught sight of a daffodil that intrigued me - it was almost translucent, so I dragged him over for a closer look. He began to laugh because it was plastic with a lightbulb in it. I was embarrassed. Then I woke in a panic because I thought I was sleeping late. {I sort of was, it was 3:50, ten minutes before my alarm goes off.}

This morning, I was out for a walk in a small, old-fashioned town that I was not very familiar with. There was a white statue of a couple of dogs lying together. As I walked toward it, I saw a white fox ahead of me. It very deliberately mounted the pedestal of the statue and lay down so that it appeared to be one of the dogs. I brought it to the attention of a couple of guys passing by but they shrugged it off - apparently it was a common thing for the white fox to do and the locals were complacent about it.

Both scenes are crystal clear in memory but the events that preceded each are completely gone.

journal - reading, car

Michael cannot get his car into the shop until next Tuesday. I took mine in yesterday for a regular maintenance check; oil change, rotated tyres, tyre pressure ... that sort of thing. Another $100 gone. ::: sigh :::

M posted the parcels Monday, one to TX, one to Onset MA, and one to FL.

I finished reading chapter one of O Hobbit but want to re-read it before I start Chapter 2. I finished reading book 5 of Karen White's paranormal series ... The Guests of Montagu Street (e-book) and am back to Cast in Flight.

Yesterday I upset the new cashier. I don't think she listens to other people. I had made it clear ... I thought ... that I positively enjoy bagging groceries. She has made it clear to me that she does not and that it causes her pain. She can't lift a heavy load and we were running low on bags, so when she offered (twice) to bag for me, I refused both times - jokingly growling the word "no". She took offense and plans to complain to the managers that I am not allowing her to work. I tried to apologize for upsetting her but she blew me off.

Nancy told me to go out and "walk it off" so I went outside, collected some carts and suggested that Ty'Saan and I fix the cart corrals that had been blown about by the high winds of the previous night. He went out and did it himself, though, while I was dealing with a customer.

It's a good thing that I don't play poker because ... apparently everything I think shows up in my face.