Weird dreams. That’s what I’m referring to. It was early this morning when they began. I might have thought it was something I ate if it had been earlier in my sleep time or if I’d had something highly unusual but neither of these things fit. At any rate, I dreamed that I was playing the organ and there were very tiny babies sitting on one of the manuals. Evidently, they were small enough that they weren’t pressing on the keys but it was still distracting. Then I was eating all sorts of food that I don’t eat any more. It would be comparable to someone who had been vegan for more than four years all of a sudden having steak. I had corn casserole (one of the women at work used to make it and she’d get some out for me and bake it separately before she put bacon grease in it) but it was more like cornbread. There was something else but I don’t remember what it was now and it doesn’t matter. Babies on the keys and eating cooked is enough.
When the sun came up it was actually visible! I got busy and did some laundry and hung it out to dry. My garb was a Superman camisole I got at Goodwill a long time ago and some shorts. My laundry time was my sun time, too. During part of it, DD and I had our weekly gabfest.
DS1 and I visited some via phone and he reported that the hummers are still around.
I’m gonna go crawl between sheets DRIED IN THE SUN!!
It was Monday all day long. Seems it always is.
I wasn’t able to get out and walk but I needed to. Not only for the exercise but to clear my head and lessen the stress.
While there were still two people in the office, I went to get some tomatoes. They are getting to be more scarce so they are costing more. I prefer to get them there. Not only are the growers my friends but they have the best tasting ‘maters around.
A notice came in that the dates I ordered last week shipped today. Watermelons are about gone but dates are coming in. Persimmons can’t be too far behind. I need to email Dario and see what the prospects are.
My DSL has been up and down all evening. I’m giving up.
Finally got out to walk today! I went around one lap and sat IN THE SUN for the rest of the time. My shoes weren’t the best for walking. I’ll have to wear better ones or take some to work with me.
Getting out of the office was imperative. Seems my department is one that gets picked to cover other jobs. One of the girls is doing a refresher course to cover a position in the nursing home while I’m doing another. Then today, it comes up that one of the registrars is going to have to train to cover for an altogether different position. I don’t know why we are so popular. I feel like we are the clerical pool and it doesn’t matter whether I have enough people to cover or not. I’m going to have to spend a lot of time praying about this because I’m not handling it well.
I got an email from Dario saying the white sapote are ready to ship. I sent a message back asking about persimmons.
I was supposed to be the mail person this afternoon but there wasn’t anything to take to the PO. I stayed put.
Today was the day to take Mother’s picture in to have it put back on her stone. When I got there, the man I’d talked to came out and met me. We went inside and I gave him the picture. He had Mother’s file on his desk and he told me that there was another picture that had come off that was within a couple of weeks of her stone being set. A bad batch of glue was he culprit. He assured me that he’d get it put back on in “a day or two”. I got my instructions to go by in a few weeks and try to pull it off. I’ll go by Sunday and see if he got a round tuit yet.
Since the tomato supply is dwindling at the greenhouses, I went by the produce place and stocked up. They have some nice ones for 99¢ a lub. I looked at the canning tomatoes ($8 a box) but they were in rather sad shape and the fruit flies were getting to them.
The last time I saw the girl who usually cuts my hair, I told her I was going to have to come in soon for a shearing. She looked horrified. I got to thinking…if she dreads it that much, I’ll go somewhere else. As a general rule, when I get to Wally World, SmartStyle is either closing soon or already closed but it was still open. There was one operator doing a haircut and, on a whim, I went in and asked when she was shutting the doors. It wasn’t until 8 o’clock and she was on her last cut. I put my name on the list and was told to come back in about 20 minutes.
I ran into a woman who used to work at the hospital and we had a nice time catching up. She kept on and on about how I hadn’t aged a bit and I was looking so good. I wondered about her eyesight because when I catch my reflection in the mirror, it looks rough. She’d had a gastric bypass several years ago and is starting to gain weight back. She said, “Don’t let people tell you that the stomach won’t stretch back out because it will.” Sad to go through all that and have it not work. I’d rather eat raw food.
It was back to the beauty shop and when I went in, the girl was sweeping up from the haircut she’d finished. I was able to get right in. She came over and stood squarely in front of me and looked me in the eye. “So…what do you want me to do?” When I told her, it wasn’t hard to get across what I wanted. It was like we spoke the same language. I know it’s been a long time since I trained to be a hairdresser and the terms have changed but she understood. She gave me an excellent haircut and I made sure of her name. We traded cards and I was on my way, much lighter and with the confidence that my hair wouldn’t be such a pain to fix. She told me the days she works and said for me to call ahead and I’ll do just that.
It’s a good thing I didn’t need much at Wally World. The bins and shelves in the produce section were mostly bare. Another shopper and I were shocked at the way it looked. I picked up a few things that I needed and went to look for someone who could shed some light on the situation. I knocked on the Employees Only door and a fellow motioned for me to open it. I asked about herb salad which was one thing I really wanted. He said they had some in but nothing had been received in the computer. Until it was, he couldn’t put anything out. The perils of technology! I saw the same woman and told her what the holdup was. I said that I could go key for them and speed the process along.
It was almost dark when I got home but it was worth it.
The answer from Dario wasn’t too encouraging. He said that the persimmons weren’t quite ready and there wouldn’t be many. He said it looks like someone has come in and stolen a lot of the crop. That is low!
Speaking of low, there’s no trace of the birds. There’s a possibility some of them will be replaced. They multiply quite well, too.
Three laps around the buildings! Woohoo! It was a time for celebration.
Today, otherwise, was pretty much the same ol’ same ol’. I’m not going to vent tonight. I need to get to bed.
When I got out of the shower this morning, I was thinking, “It’s supposed to rain today.” Just then, I heard the rain outside the window and hitting the vent. Right on cue.
I hate having to juggle an umbrella and lug all my stuff but I did it. Sometime during the morning, it quit raining and the sun came out. I’d worn my newest Hawaiian shirt but I didn’t have anyone take a picture of me in it. It’s another Tommy Bahama and it’s a medium but it has to have been mis-sized. It’s huge. It has to really be a large or even an extra-large. One and a half of me could fit in it easily.
The dates came and they are yummy! I took four cups, another girl took four and one took four but let someone else have one.
After work, I went by to see what the tomato possibilities were. The Farmer was out trying to knock a loose branch out of a tree. I asked him if he could reach it if he stood on my shoulders. He laughed and said he was going to pull a little trailer over and stand on it. I was afraid to inquire about tomatoes but he said there were a few in the greenhouse that were ready. He had his daughter bring out a bag and here we went, tomato-pickin’. When he said a few, he really meant A FEW. We were talking and I lost count. They were 5/$1 and I counted 10 but when I got home, there were only nine and a couple of them were on their way out.
Oh! What we were talking about part of the time was green tomatoes. She said they pick them and fry them sometimes. I told her I used to love fried green tomatoes but I don’t eat them any more. She looked puzzled and asked, “Why?” I just said I don’t eat fried foods. She knows I’m a (as she says it) rawist. I don’t know why she thought I’d eat fried green tomatoes.
When I went out after Sabbath School to drink the rest of my breakfast (OJ with strawberries, mango, peaches and pineapple) a fellow and I got into a conversation and it was probably a half hour later before I got back into the church. It was cold in the building and the sun had somewhat thawed me out so it was all to the good.
Church was mostly testimony time. People had complained about not having a microphone that will reach out into the congregation. Someone had gotten a longer cord and it was used to be the “roving mic”. I didn’t participate. Microphones intimidate me.
I’d put a couple of watermelons in the fridge and I killed them when I got home. The yellow one was better than the red one but I ate half of each and took the rest to my neighbor. He showed me his ring that he got for bowling a perfect game. He could have gotten it in gold for $400 but this one was free. It has his name engraved on the inside. He’s proud and I reckon he should be.
I keep forgetting about the dates in the fridge. I don’t want them to go to sugar before I eat them.
I had a quiet afternoon. A nice change from the rest of the week. I’m going to bed soon. Next Saturday night will be here before we know it.