What a great night's sleep! Whew! It makes a difference, this is for sure. I woke up in the middle of a strange dream, where Justin and I are standing on the deck of a ship (really?), witnessing some sort of flying vehicle, in the shape of a large paperclip, crash to earth on the shore. We were paralyzed, mesmerized, didn't even seek cover or anything to protect ourselves, but watched as explosive pulses ignited a tree, then knocked over a house built on stilts. We could see people sitting around a table eating dinner. I was screaming to Justin about the people in that house, when it shook first, then collapsed. People were struggling to get out from under the debris.....as dreams go. In a real-life situation, the people would have already been on the floor if something next door exploded like that, wouldn't have continued with their dinner....and then I woke up!
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When the explosion happened, Justin was trying to find the place where we sign up for the soda and adult beverage cards on the ship, the pursor's office. It seems pretty real, especially when I took an "elevator" that ran horizontally instead of vertically!?!? The ship's Cruise Directors always tell the joke about the passenger looking for the elevator that runs from front to back on the ship-- this would be me!
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Dinner last night was lovely, with Matt serving as our personal chef. We had to wait our turn, though, as he was in high demand. Paul, Joan, Pam, Martie, Justin, Jesse, and Raymond ate dinner with me. Matt put on a good show, had the boys laughing pretty good, even Paul was chuckling. Afterwards, Martie and I sat on the bench outside to chat, when who pulled into the parking lot but Dee! She had Caesar Augustus, Julie's Italian greyhound, with her, and had planned on going in to do some work. Instead, we chatted on the bench, which she said was more fun than working!
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Oops, just upset Lynx by throwing my soda can into the trash....sorry, Lynx! Go back and lay down...quit looking so wounded!
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Dee told us about a recent women's retreat she'd been at, about the fun and interesting topics discussed and the great fellowship. Her group, or soon-to-be group, has a tablecloth and 8 napkins, and starting this weekend, they are going to do the "Traveling Pants" theory using the tablecloth and napkins. Isn't that neat? She's starting with a dinner at her house, then the next lady takes the tablecloth and napkins to her house, hosts a group, passes it on, and so forth. Wow! This is so neat. The goal would be to invite some new people to participate, to expand the circle that uses the tablecloth and napkins. Mom gave me a cookie plate that is supposed to be used that way--take cookies somewhere and leave the plate, it gets passed on and might come back to me, might not!
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Oh, the joy! I just heard my wind chimes singing from the river room. The breeze is delightful, at one point noisily closing my kitchen door. I've propped it open with a bag of potting soil so the breeze has no restrictions now. One set of chimes is supposed to play Pachelbell's "Canon in D" but my ear can't pick it out. I guess I love the idea more than I need to hear the melody. Because Timmy wouldn't nap over at the daycare center next door, I'd pick him at noon and take him back to work with me. He was supposed to sleep in his playpen in my darkened office, sometimes needing my persuading, while listening to the strains of "Canon in D" playing over the sounds of birds chirping, water flowing, calming noises. I took a nap every day just listening to it. Why do kids fight that nap so hard???? If we'd ever hear it playing in a store or on the radio, he'd immediately start chanting, "No nap! No nap!" This is why I bought the chimes, to remember his chant.
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I had to chuckle at Justin last night. He rode with Jesse as far as Pam's house (Pam is Jesse's mom) and they all rode together to Koko's. He came up and gave me a big hug when they arrived. I looked at his shorts and asked, "What happened to your shorts?" They looked as though they'd been dragged under a car with him wearing them. He said they were his new American Eagle shorts and were supposed to look this way. Am I getting old or what? I was so surprised he had them on, Number 1, and that I paid "good" money for them, Number 2! Instead of looking fashionable to me, the shorts looked like those an urban outdoorsman with bladder control problems might wear. I should have asked him where his "will work for food" sign was! Of course, overall, he looked nice, I'd just not seen these shorts before, only paid for them!
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Carol D. has asked me to send some photos taken of the construction of the classroom building so must get at this job now. They will be included in the Time Capsule and they want to work on this today. Better get moving. I am also having a room-to-room search here for the videotape of the construction of the classroom building. I can't find it!!! Pastor looked around his office and home for it, as I thought I'd sent it with him for his amusement, but it didn't show up there. Nuts! The search begins--again!
