Everything is better with duck sauce

Not the greatest Thursday ever, but it had a few redeeming qualities, one of them being a leisurely buffet lunch with the esteemed sbjb. She picked up the check, which is only one of the reasons I esteem her: She also loaned me her shredder, and...let's just say something good is in the wind. I'm afraid I'll jinx it if I announce it prematurely.

We were chatting about this and that and picspams and I mentioned my love of sand-sculptures. This evening, she sent me info on what looks to be a really excellent sand sculpting contest going on locally next month.

Lunch and a fast pass through BigLots next door was the highlight of my day. To begin with, I woke up after three hours of sleep and couldn't get back to sleep for two hours. managed to sleep for about three more, but blerg, felt like crap on a cracker. SBJB called before I'd even got my first ration of caffeine down---I was dressed and out the door, zoom.

Got back to a mess of emails, and my computer was raising my BP massively, I'm sure. Crawling, not doing what I told it to do, crashing---and when I ran Spybot, it took FIVE HOURS to scan my C-drive. It's improved somewhat; at least it's only a few keystrokes behind when I type, not whole lines.

Conspicuous by its absense: Anything accomplished around the house. Left two voice messages for BC, one to say anything we did would have to be late in the day, the other to say it would have to be tomorrow. At the moment, it looks like the weather should be okay, fingers are crossed that it stays that way.

Oh, wait, there *was* some slight accomplishment: I moved my cedar chest to get to the grouded outlet behind it so I could plug in the wet/dry vac to suck up the leakage on the bathroom floor, and found the bag of costume jewelery I got from Kat when we sorted through it last fall. Biggest, most obvious item in the bag: a green shamrock pin. Timing....
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Everything is better with duck sauce

Not the greatest Thursday ever, but it had a few redeeming qualities, one of them being a leisurely buffet lunch with the esteemed sbjb. She picked up the check, which is only one of the reasons I esteem her: She also loaned me her shredder, and...let's just say something good is in the wind. I'm afraid I'll jinx it if I announce it prematurely.

We were chatting about this and that and picspams and I mentioned my love of sand-sculptures. This evening, she sent me info on what looks to be a really excellent sand sculpting contest going on locally next month.

Lunch and a fast pass through BigLots next door was the highlight of my day. To begin with, I woke up after three hours of sleep and couldn't get back to sleep for two hours. managed to sleep for about three more, but blerg, felt like crap on a cracker. SBJB called before I'd even got my first ration of caffeine down---I was dressed and out the door, zoom.

Got back to a mess of emails, and my computer was raising my BP massively, I'm sure. Crawling, not doing what I told it to do, crashing---and when I ran Spybot, it took FIVE HOURS to scan my C-drive. It's improved somewhat; at least it's only a few keystrokes behind when I type, not whole lines.

Conspicuous by its absense: Anything accomplished around the house. Left two voice messages for BC, one to say anything we did would have to be late in the day, the other to say it would have to be tomorrow. At the moment, it looks like the weather should be okay, fingers are crossed that it stays that way.

Oh, wait, there *was* some slight accomplishment: I moved my cedar chest to get to the grouded outlet behind it so I could plug in the wet/dry vac to suck up the leakage on the bathroom floor, and found the bag of costume jewelery I got from Kat when we sorted through it last fall. Biggest, most obvious item in the bag: a green shamrock pin. Timing....
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Dream a little dream

I dreamed I met a guy in some kind of classroom or learning environment. It wasn't JDM, but that type---a big bear of a man, dark hair going silver---he was about my age, maybe a tad older---tall enough to make me feel petite, very affectionate. Not afraid of PDAs---at one point, he embraced me and swing me around in the hallway or foyer. When the course was over, the instructor reminded us that she'd predicted one of us would fall in love---and I had. I gathered up my stuff and went out to meet him (this was the hug and swing scene).

Next there was a shower scene; I was in some kind of public shower, like maybe at a gym, in the ladies section, and there was this creepy young boy there watching me. I told him to leave---he didn't---so I picked him up, carried him out of the room at arms' length (still starkers and dripping) and threw him into the corridor outside. He was small enough that it was no great effort for me, and I didn't feel at all guilty about flinging him the way I did.

There was a group of women---bridesmaids, but not mine, alas---GK was one of them, and she showed me a bracelet she'd made to complement her outfit---it was big lavendar beads and gold wire. Then I got together with my boyfriend...the place where the wedding was being held was packed, and he ended up sitting in the pew ahead of me. (It was like at the movies, when the ushers are trying to fill up every seat in the row, and that was how it worked out.) I was thinking of asking someone if they would switch with me, when another couple came in and sat in my row, and the guy was Bruce Willis. I was more concerned with being reunited with my guy. The funny this is, I have no idea whose wedding it was supposed to be. It was very Hollywood in terms of guest list (although Bruce is the only one I remember), but GK as a bridesmaid?

There was also a snippet about couseling a teenage girl with an over-protective mother....

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Breaking it down:

I was reading something last night that mentioned taking classes as a good way to meet people. He really was a wonderful guy. I remember being dazed that he was as smitten with me as he was.

The shower scene...well, I *am* having plumbing problems, and I have resorted in the past to showering in the college ladies locker room. Not crazy about it, but sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

The wedding...okay, I will confess, in my obsessional brain, I've fantasized about having a Hollywood-themed wedding...but it was classic Hollywood---the 30s and 40s---NOT today's Hollywood, which strikes me as over-the-top and tawdry much of the time. Definitely NOT lavendar, either. The fact that the guy was comfortable with escorting me to something like that was cool, although being separated like that was not right. (He looked good in a double-breasted suit---interesting color, kind of a smoky blue or amythest.)

I think the bit about the girl with the over-protective mother was a hint to get back to work on my novel; that sounds like Darby and her mom. The trouble is, I have a book to read before Tuesday, a story assignment to write before the 28th, another idea I want to write that's NOT assigned OR part of the novel---in short, I'm overwhelmed.

Guy sure was yummy, though. Hope my subconscious is prescient!
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Dream a little dream

I dreamed I met a guy in some kind of classroom or learning environment. It wasn't JDM, but that type---a big bear of a man, dark hair going silver---he was about my age, maybe a tad older---tall enough to make me feel petite, very affectionate. Not afraid of PDAs---at one point, he embraced me and swing me around in the hallway or foyer. When the course was over, the instructor reminded us that she'd predicted one of us would fall in love---and I had. I gathered up my stuff and went out to meet him (this was the hug and swing scene).

Next there was a shower scene; I was in some kind of public shower, like maybe at a gym, in the ladies section, and there was this creepy young boy there watching me. I told him to leave---he didn't---so I picked him up, carried him out of the room at arms' length (still starkers and dripping) and threw him into the corridor outside. He was small enough that it was no great effort for me, and I didn't feel at all guilty about flinging him the way I did.

There was a group of women---bridesmaids, but not mine, alas---GK was one of them, and she showed me a bracelet she'd made to complement her outfit---it was big lavendar beads and gold wire. Then I got together with my boyfriend...the place where the wedding was being held was packed, and he ended up sitting in the pew ahead of me. (It was like at the movies, when the ushers are trying to fill up every seat in the row, and that was how it worked out.) I was thinking of asking someone if they would switch with me, when another couple came in and sat in my row, and the guy was Bruce Willis. I was more concerned with being reunited with my guy. The funny this is, I have no idea whose wedding it was supposed to be. It was very Hollywood in terms of guest list (although Bruce is the only one I remember), but GK as a bridesmaid?

There was also a snippet about couseling a teenage girl with an over-protective mother....

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Breaking it down:

I was reading something last night that mentioned taking classes as a good way to meet people. He really was a wonderful guy. I remember being dazed that he was as smitten with me as he was.

The shower scene...well, I *am* having plumbing problems, and I have resorted in the past to showering in the college ladies locker room. Not crazy about it, but sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

The wedding...okay, I will confess, in my obsessional brain, I've fantasized about having a Hollywood-themed wedding...but it was classic Hollywood---the 30s and 40s---NOT today's Hollywood, which strikes me as over-the-top and tawdry much of the time. Definitely NOT lavendar, either. The fact that the guy was comfortable with escorting me to something like that was cool, although being separated like that was not right. (He looked good in a double-breasted suit---interesting color, kind of a smoky blue or amythest.)

I think the bit about the girl with the over-protective mother was a hint to get back to work on my novel; that sounds like Darby and her mom. The trouble is, I have a book to read before Tuesday, a story assignment to write before the 28th, another idea I want to write that's NOT assigned OR part of the novel---in short, I'm overwhelmed.

Guy sure was yummy, though. Hope my subconscious is prescient!
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The excavation continues

Yesterday, I moved my cedar chest to get to the outlet behind it, which destabilized the mounds on top of it. So that's what I've been doing today: clearing it off.

It's still a WIP, but between the stuff there and the stuff in the garage, I've done a load of whites*. Almost done, anyway---they're in the dryer at the moment. Also have a load of darks on deck. and that's great, but now I'm frazzled about wtf I'm going to put them all when they're done. the hanging space I have there now is maybe 5 feet long and is very cramped as it is.

To that end, I'm spoken to missybrat, who's going to schlep over to Home Depot with me this evening so I can get those freaking 2x4s so I can make that freaking rack. Which means I also need to get BC to put the rod and brackets where I can get at them.

His boards were in crappy shape---he accused me of wanting "pretty" wood, and to the extent that I don't want weathered, splintery and nail-ridden, he's right. Scored a pair of galvinized saw horse brackets and a 12-foot length of metal conduit pipe, though, which reduces the cost by about $15.

Small victories, I keep telling myself....


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* Oh, and I found a pair of off-white cotton drawstring pants. Gee, they've been lost long enough for them to be seasonally appropriate again!
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The excavation continues

Yesterday, I moved my cedar chest to get to the outlet behind it, which destabilized the mounds on top of it. So that's what I've been doing today: clearing it off.

It's still a WIP, but between the stuff there and the stuff in the garage, I've done a load of whites*. Almost done, anyway---they're in the dryer at the moment. Also have a load of darks on deck. and that's great, but now I'm frazzled about wtf I'm going to put them all when they're done. the hanging space I have there now is maybe 5 feet long and is very cramped as it is.

To that end, I'm spoken to missybrat, who's going to schlep over to Home Depot with me this evening so I can get those freaking 2x4s so I can make that freaking rack. Which means I also need to get BC to put the rod and brackets where I can get at them.

His boards were in crappy shape---he accused me of wanting "pretty" wood, and to the extent that I don't want weathered, splintery and nail-ridden, he's right. Scored a pair of galvinized saw horse brackets and a 12-foot length of metal conduit pipe, though, which reduces the cost by about $15.

Small victories, I keep telling myself....


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* Oh, and I found a pair of off-white cotton drawstring pants. Gee, they've been lost long enough for them to be seasonally appropriate again!
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