July 2nd, 2006

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Hope everyone is having a good long weekend so far. I haven't been doing much of anything these days and it is kinda nice. I did some running around Friday night. Running around like a blind mouse. I made at least 5 wrong turns trying to do some errands. Luckily the final wrong turn brought me to Starbucks. The Starbucks located in the local Chapters store. *g* Between Friday night and Saturday night I managed to watch disc 5, season 1 of Veronica Mars. I know I'd already seen the episodes, but I honestly couldnt' remember them. Saturday we were supposed to go down to my sister's for her Canada BBQ and then to watch the fireworks. We headed down around 5 and were home by 7. I was so exhausted I was asleep by 9:30. And I woke up at 10am today!

The weeds are currently winning the war of my front lawn, but I've spent a great deal of time these past two days ripping through huge numbers of their ranks. I know I have a long way to go, and about 45% of me wants to just admit defeat and re-sod, but my stubborn streak keeps dragging my butt out to the lawn. It is nice to be working on the front lawn as I get to talk to all the neighbours. Our entrance doesn't leave much room for a porch, but I've been thinking about putting a couple of algonquin chairs out on the lawn.

I haven't done much knitting lately, I'm still working on the Box-Lace Shawl. I have been on a reading tear lately though. Collapse )

My work gave us Monday and Tuesday off, unfortunately hubby's work only gave him Friday off...

Heh - in case you've never seen the proof that 25 / 5 = 14
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Weird dreams

In my 12 hour marathon of sleep I had some pretty bizarre dreams. I don't normally have vivid dreams, so I decided since I remember this a day later, I should write it down. The dream certainly jumped around all over the place, I remember being on a construction site, it was a little hut outside of a neighbourhood (like built into the wall of a gated community). Living in this 'house' was a former co-worker, Ray. I have no idea what he was doing in this shack, but I remember being worried because it was infested with termites. The shack itself was outside of the home of my former boss, Sam. It was pretty bizarre, I knew it was his house, and I was talking to all his family, who had grown in the 6 years since I saw them, but I never saw Sam. Next thing I knew, hubby and I were waiting for a doctor. I guess I had done something to tick the receptionist off, as I waited for over an hour, well past my appointment time, while people came and went ahead of me. I was then talking to an old man in the waiting room, and he was working on the same shawl as I just completed. I knew it was complete, but when he picked it up to look at it, he pulled the stitches off the needles. Next thing I knew he reached down and touched my chest, just under my collarbones, like a massage. That's really all I can remember about the dream, but I woke up this morning with the weirdest pain in my chest! It's not really muscular pain, or joint pain, but somewhere in between. Here's to hoping I meet the guy who makes it go away in tonights dream.