Strange dream. I invented a word: twinksies. I have no idea what it means, nor what it meant in the dream. It had something to do with Penni yelling at me for not showing up for our choir recital contest. We were at some swanky hotel with many escalators. I was carrying my white gown, like a graduation gown, but I was too terrified to go to the theatre where the competition was to be held. We lost. Penni said it was all my fault and I ruined it for her grandchildren.
We were never in a choir together and we were children in the dream.
Strange afternoon. One of my favorite radio program has a repeat on Wednesday's daylight. Quite different from the Thursday night hearing the show in a dark room with an almost silent outside. Today it competed with auto and walking and bicycle traffic noises and the never ending generators growling. The show was still just as good.
I also reorganized a large plastic container and found a ten year old journal. Letters to and from some "ex-es" in many categories. The first experiments where I first allowed myself to add collage and sketches. Prior to this I felt like journals were only for writing. And I was always afraid that someone would find it and laugh, criticise, or tease me about my writing.
And successfully made six copies. I did not lose my temper and I did not break anything. I listened to myself being patient. Whoop De Do!
This is the third day I will try to call my friend for her wonderful present. Seriously, a large cardboard box crammed with all the coolest stuff imaginable. The perfect glitter rick rack I've been searching for and three skeins of exquisite yarn. I feel like a princess. But "the rule" is that one can't use a present until the giver has been thanked. I've been thanking her verbally here but I'm not sure that counts. But I don't think I can hold myself back much longer.
We were never in a choir together and we were children in the dream.
Strange afternoon. One of my favorite radio program has a repeat on Wednesday's daylight. Quite different from the Thursday night hearing the show in a dark room with an almost silent outside. Today it competed with auto and walking and bicycle traffic noises and the never ending generators growling. The show was still just as good.
I also reorganized a large plastic container and found a ten year old journal. Letters to and from some "ex-es" in many categories. The first experiments where I first allowed myself to add collage and sketches. Prior to this I felt like journals were only for writing. And I was always afraid that someone would find it and laugh, criticise, or tease me about my writing.
And successfully made six copies. I did not lose my temper and I did not break anything. I listened to myself being patient. Whoop De Do!
This is the third day I will try to call my friend for her wonderful present. Seriously, a large cardboard box crammed with all the coolest stuff imaginable. The perfect glitter rick rack I've been searching for and three skeins of exquisite yarn. I feel like a princess. But "the rule" is that one can't use a present until the giver has been thanked. I've been thanking her verbally here but I'm not sure that counts. But I don't think I can hold myself back much longer.
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