Dreams

Where the heck do they come from? I had one of the weirdest ones ever last night. I was going to write it down as soon as I woke so you girls could analyse it for me. By now some of the details have slipped into never, never land where dream memories dissolve.

Don't you hate it when people tell you their dreams? Tough. Skip this part if you don't want to know about it. Ok, here goes. In my dream I had gone to the hospital for an operation on the lower part of my abdomen. I don't know what it was going to be for, but when I got to the hospital I realized I hadn't showered and my panties were dirty and I was very concerned that I was stinking. The doctor came into the examining room. His name was Dr. Brest, no a in his name, but pronounced the same when he introduced himself. He was about 5 feet tall with black bushy hair. He said he wasn't sure he could do the surgery because he cut his thumb and also had a gunshot wound just above his heart which he showed me when he laid down on the examining bed, but he said he would do his best. The wound was very ugly, bloody and gaping. A male assistant arrived wearing an xray apron guard. He laid down on another gurney that he wheeled in when he came. It was supposed to be for me, but he said I could have it when Dr. Brest was ready to go into the operating room. Next thing I knew I was outside on the sidewalk with Sissy Fat Ankles trying to hail a taxi to go home and take a shower and put clean panties on before surgery. The dirty panties had me so agitated it made me wake up. I know there were other craziness but the details are gone now. What do you think any of this could mean?

I am sorry about you fat ankles, Lizzie. Do they hurt? I was going to call you today and you too Diane, but somehow the day slipped by. I had bunches of things crammed in it, but feel it was pretty productive.

No thanks, Diane, I could think of other ways to celebrate than home improvement projects. Hope your project is going well. I gave the front door another coat of paint today and touched up some places that needed it. Earl is a great one to get things done, but his eyesight isn't what it used to be and I am afraid it shows with some of the painting. That is ok. I don't mind giving it another swipe or two.

Today I was telling Earl about the three of us thinking of Mom and how you wondered about whether Mom and Dad had any deep conversations. He listened politely, but had this look about him that was trying to register why I was telling him this. Men truly are from Mars. I know it.

Today Earl allowed me to throw away about 4 years worth of 3 different subscriptions to bowling magazines and about 20 or so VCR bowling tapes about ball drilling. He generally hangs on to things forever, but lately he has decided we should get rid of all the things we do not use. Hooray! Now if he could just carry that philosophy to the garage area.

I would like to come to Aiden's party too, but will be slinging my bowling ball down the lanes at the National Tournament in Reno on the 14th and giving my arm a workout in the Casino.

Good luck on the sale of your condo. Hopefully it won't take very long.

Lordy, I didn't intend to go on and on, but I did. Was going to tell you about my time at the Tryon Palace, but I am tired and going to bed.

I love you all and love the back and forth conversations.