Dreams

I had 3 separate dreams last night.

#1 - I do not remember, but Dad was in it.

#2 - An old airplane, vintage WWII, flew low over our house. I watched as it kept getting lower, and once it was passed the school, it crashed in a huge fireball into Robeson Park. It was a windy day, and burning debris and embers were blown over the neighborhood. I watched as roofs on two houses across the street caught fire. I walked outside our house and saw that our roof was on fire, too. I'm thinking I ought to call 911 when a firefighter, dressed in protective fire gear carrying an axe and pulling a fire hose, walked down the street. He immediately got on our roof, chopped holes in the roof, sprayed water, and extinguished the fire. He then bawled me out for all the dead vegetation around our house that was a fire hazard. I wanted to point out that none of it had caught fire, but he'd continued walking on down the street.

I'm now left thinking "Now I have holes in the roof and a lot of water damage." I inspected a room inside the house. The wallpaper had flowers and was old and tattered and had a lot of scotch tape holding it in place. Up near the top, where I was looking, was Grammie's recipe for "No Bake Cookies" in her own handwriting! Curiously, the instructions said to "bake for 10 minutes." I woke thinking I need to get in touch with the insurance company.

#3 - Bill Nicholls had died. Since he had no family (at least in my dream) and his partner had previously expired, his former music students stepped in and planned his funeral. We greeted the mourners as they came in. We formed a grand orchestra and choir and performed some great composer's "Requiem." Sounded really good like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Sheryl Burton and Chic Grider were predominently featured in the planning and greeting. I also saw Sharon Jones (GCHS Class of 1970) playing a bassoon in the orchestra ..... even tho she really played a clarinet back in high school.

That's all.

Price of Gas

One thing that is most annoying is the fluctuating price of gas. I know P. doesn't like hearing about this. "You sound like an old person." But if he was buying gas, he might feel differently. It would be a little different for me if one could predict when the price was going to change. Like reading the Sunday advertisements and knowing milk is on sale that week through Saturday. But with gas it's all a big mystery.

I recently had two triumphs over the gas-game. I usually need to fill the car's tank about once a month. Back in August I filled at $3.46/gallon. The very next day the price had jumped 30-cents. Boy, I felt like I had cheated the gas ogres.

Then last week I thought about filling up again. The price was around $3.63/gallon, but on Wednesday when I remembered to go to the station, the price was up about 5 cents, and I decided I could wait until the following week to see what would happen. But on Friday I knew I was going out of town to GC, plus hearing gas prices were likely to rise due to Hurricane Ike destruction, I decided this was the day to fill even with prices at $3.67. Many other people must have been trying to beat the hurricane spike also so I had to wait for a vacant pump. As I was waiting. I saw an employee walking away from the price sign carrying numbers and I thought "Heck, the price has gone up while I'm sitting here waiting," and the price was now $3.79. Then it was my turn at the pump, and I was pleased to note that my pump had not yet been adjusted to the new price. I filled the tank while the $3.67 price was still on that pump. When I finished the price changed to $3.79 so I guess I again beat the gas grim reaper by 12-cents. Yoo-hoo.

Incidentally, I drove past the gas station the next morning and the price was up some more to $3.89. Then yesterday, 4 days after my recent gas triumph, the price is now $3.99.

It's crazy.

Sunday morning

Morning laundry is done, waiting to be folded.

I'm enjoying the "birthday card club" class. We meet once a month and make 3 b-day cards. I'm always inspired after the class, but I don't do anything about it. I purchased materials yesterday to make "thank you" cards to give to Jackie at her wedding shower on Saturday. Maybe I'll actually make them. The stamping class through the "Live and Learn" catalog was cancelled due to under-enrollment. Six people signed up and they needed eight. Bummer.

I saw my friend Julia over my lunch hour on Thursday. It was just like the olden days when we lunched together and talked.

Blog Class

I went to a "how to blog" workshop last night. I thought the instructor would walk us thru steps on setting up and using our own blogs. But, no. It was mostly a PowerPoint about what blogs are and how they're different than webpages using CMS (content management system) instead of HTML. Plus, he kept showing his own blog to demonstrate stuff. Zzzzzz. At least with my tuition-waiver perk I didn't have to pay for this class.

John had a bowling guy over last night to use his TurboTax.

Another exciting Tuesday evening.

Tonight is "Project Runway." And I can hardly contain my glee on Thursday nights: "Survivor" and "The Apprentice."

Monday Evening

Here's my first attempt at blogging. Absolutely nothing happened today.

Went to GC to help my mom. Saw my sister (my brother, too). Got a free iced tea with help from Mr. Swanson. Saw a couple former teachers. They knew my name, but I figure they came up with it by association .... saw my brother and they deduced I was his sister.

Heated up leftover soup for lunch with my mom. Made some phone calls for her to help out with a couple things. Showed her some pictures on the computer from my memory stick.

I was reading a book and Mom was dozing. She started talking; I said "what?" That startled her awake and she said "I guess I was dreaming. I was talking to Martha and you're not her."

One more day of fun.