|I'm worried, too, Siggy.|
I'm not sure what is causing all of the wacky dreams, but boy-oh-boy have I been having them! The latest would have even Sigmund Freud running for the white coat with long straps. It involved my frustrated attempt at rounding up a dozen or more inch-sized albino giraffes into a manila envelope. It may be the result of my sudden reading/listening flurry - "Underground Railroad" by Colson Whitehead, "Wild Silence" by Raynor Winn, while also listening to a series of Sue Grafton novels, topped off with a James Herriot autobiography about his RAF days. It's a curious stew.
My life seems to have evolved into a curious stew, as well. I have become the Stuffy Queen - my stuffies are selling out at the salon I frequent to get my one indulgence - my pedicures. They have a busy gift shop area that is frequented by mothers and grandmothers. I've also picked up some interesting courier gigs from Marianne - a chocolate run that netted me two, just-made chocolate-covered caramels and a large chocolate bar as 'samples'; and a rather hair-raising trip to a specialty food source for goat cheese, smoked Gouda and herb-infused jarred capers. No samples were proffered, alas. The hair-raising part came as my GPS seemed to go feral, telling me to turn left, then turn left, then turn left. That put me right in the middle of a large truck-driving school. I took some satisfaction in giving the lads a little taste of what it will be like when they are on the road with small automobiles., but I was relieved when I worked my way out of the course and to the front of the right building. Which was on the right.
My outdoor work has been limited by the ceaseless intervention of winter. We have had the occasional warm, sunny day, but they are interspersed with high winds, rain, sleet, and snow. I am hoping the upcoming week (after Tuesday's dip into the 20s) will finally push into spring before it's summer. I am happy to report that the bluebirds have set up house in the bluebird house. Since the weather is still such crap, I've been putting out (gourmet) bird food every morning. At one point, I had a cardinal pair, crow, mourning doves, sparrows, gold and purple finches, chickadees, juncos, and nuthatches on the deck. I thought Slimmie would levitate at the sight.
In other news, I finally was able to coerce the scheduler to get me into a slot for my next hip replacement. I used my most winsome manner, with only the slightest quiver of the voice, to invoke her sympathy. It worked. Either that or the fact that I inundated her with phone messages until I was an intolerable nuisance. In any event, I'm scheduled for surgery on May 18 and Team Sisters have been lined up. I can't wait.