I am being inundated lately with strange dreams... I wake up as tired as I was when I fell asleep... haunted and perplexed all day by flashbacks from strange dreams. It's been my intention for a very long time to keep a dream journal, but I've never really started.
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Allow me to delve a little deeper into the Facebook posts below ...
you may have caught these a couple of afternoons ago on my FB news feed....
Standing on the corner of north avenue in an apron holding 3 pieces of ham... trying to catch a dog. I normally charge more for
this...
I am pleased to announce that run-away-Pop was captured shortly after his escape ... and Mendy don't think for a minute I didn't almost go back for the camera :0) talk about missing some tremendous footage! To top it off I had on 1 of my hippy hats & my superman t shirt with my apron... purple cleaning gloves hanging out of my pocket and flailing in the wind... I can't begin to fathom how ridiculous I looked running down the street..
The breakdown of all of that is that I was on a cleaning and remixing gig and as I sat on the stoop having a ciggy, I attempted to pet the dog through the crack in the door at which time he nudged through the door and slowly meandered onto the stoop. He sat down, he seemed like he was going to stay... he didn't.
Off we went around Marberry Drive, about six feet at a time... I'd get almost to him and he'd run a few feet more... As I began to hear the sound of traffic grow louder, I looked up and realized that Pop and I were about two houses away from North Avenue...
A man looked up at me and grinned as he mowed his yard... I made one of those "panicked twisty faces" I like to make and shouted, "I'm trying to catch that dog... and if I catch 'im, I'm gonna ride him back!" ... did I mention this dog Pop weighs probably about 160 pounds?
I stood on the corner of North Avenue and Marberry Drive watching Pop roam towards the road... I would truly give anything to have video and audio of the event... There was a lot of "Holy F*cking Sh*t, Pop! What the H*ll are you doing to me?" and "Oh this is ridiculous... this just can't be happening..."
Then... a familiar face in a car turning into Marberry... the teenager who lives in the house that I'm working on... Hallelujah! Except for now, the son of the homeowner knows that I've accidentally let the dog out...
The young man got out of the car and left it running as he chased Pop across North Avenue. I was now standing beside a running Honda on the corner of the busiest street in town at juuuuuust the time when everyone was traveling home from work, wearing a blue apron, a hippie hat, a Superman t-shirt and purple gloves ... holding a handful of ham.
As I stood there and pondered if I should move this running vehicle down to the house and call the Mom/homeowner, I saw another familiar face... the Mom, well speak of the little lovey - here she is right now, and who's that with her in the vehicle? Well, it's the son and Pop, of course...
As she pulled to a stop, the son and Pop got in the Honda and I relinquished my handful of ham to the son. I hopped into her vehicle (actually hoping that I was still in good graces enough to get a ride back down to the house) ... on our ride back to the house, we determined that Pop had found a sucker and I had obviously let her come home to more discombobulation that intended...
In the end, she was in good spirits and Pop was safe...
If no one's killed or maimed, it can be fixed - a'men?!
Anywho ... I'm about to take off now for what will hopefully be the last day on this cleaning and remixing project. It's been a bit difficult as the son spends more time in the house than I had realized at the initial consultation - he's a delightfully charming young fella, but he can mess the daylights out of a house...
As I left the house a couple of days ago, I poked my head into the den to say goodbye as this fellow and his buddy played a video game... I said, "You mentioned you weren't working tonight and I wanted to let you know you could save your Mom a little chunk by doing the dishes in the kitchen..."
"Okay..", he said.
"Also, could you tell me ... is there anything I need to know about starting the mower? Your Mom's timeline for project completion is this weekend and I know that was on her list.."
"I'm gonna do it...", he said.
"Okay ... that and the dishes then ... we've got a deal?"
"Yup!", he said cheerfully....
Now ... I'll come back later and tell you how that turned out ...
I think you probably already know...
Were we really all procrastinating, contankerous, know-it-all teenagers at one time?
Yikes...
Have a grand and groovy day!!
Don't text and Drive!!
Off we went around Marberry Drive, about six feet at a time... I'd get almost to him and he'd run a few feet more... As I began to hear the sound of traffic grow louder, I looked up and realized that Pop and I were about two houses away from North Avenue...
A man looked up at me and grinned as he mowed his yard... I made one of those "panicked twisty faces" I like to make and shouted, "I'm trying to catch that dog... and if I catch 'im, I'm gonna ride him back!" ... did I mention this dog Pop weighs probably about 160 pounds?
I stood on the corner of North Avenue and Marberry Drive watching Pop roam towards the road... I would truly give anything to have video and audio of the event... There was a lot of "Holy F*cking Sh*t, Pop! What the H*ll are you doing to me?" and "Oh this is ridiculous... this just can't be happening..."
Then... a familiar face in a car turning into Marberry... the teenager who lives in the house that I'm working on... Hallelujah! Except for now, the son of the homeowner knows that I've accidentally let the dog out...
The young man got out of the car and left it running as he chased Pop across North Avenue. I was now standing beside a running Honda on the corner of the busiest street in town at juuuuuust the time when everyone was traveling home from work, wearing a blue apron, a hippie hat, a Superman t-shirt and purple gloves ... holding a handful of ham.
As I stood there and pondered if I should move this running vehicle down to the house and call the Mom/homeowner, I saw another familiar face... the Mom, well speak of the little lovey - here she is right now, and who's that with her in the vehicle? Well, it's the son and Pop, of course...
As she pulled to a stop, the son and Pop got in the Honda and I relinquished my handful of ham to the son. I hopped into her vehicle (actually hoping that I was still in good graces enough to get a ride back down to the house) ... on our ride back to the house, we determined that Pop had found a sucker and I had obviously let her come home to more discombobulation that intended...
In the end, she was in good spirits and Pop was safe...
If no one's killed or maimed, it can be fixed - a'men?!
Anywho ... I'm about to take off now for what will hopefully be the last day on this cleaning and remixing project. It's been a bit difficult as the son spends more time in the house than I had realized at the initial consultation - he's a delightfully charming young fella, but he can mess the daylights out of a house...
As I left the house a couple of days ago, I poked my head into the den to say goodbye as this fellow and his buddy played a video game... I said, "You mentioned you weren't working tonight and I wanted to let you know you could save your Mom a little chunk by doing the dishes in the kitchen..."
"Okay..", he said.
"Also, could you tell me ... is there anything I need to know about starting the mower? Your Mom's timeline for project completion is this weekend and I know that was on her list.."
"I'm gonna do it...", he said.
"Okay ... that and the dishes then ... we've got a deal?"
"Yup!", he said cheerfully....
Now ... I'll come back later and tell you how that turned out ...
I think you probably already know...
Were we really all procrastinating, contankerous, know-it-all teenagers at one time?
Yikes...
Have a grand and groovy day!!
Don't text and Drive!!
