Happy Birthday to my dear dutch Auntie, who celebrated in the Hill Country this weekend!
Pollen affects people very differently; it makes me want to sleep endlessly. I had respite from the onslaught of pollen up until Saturday, and then it whacked me like a Batman comic. So, although I was rocking today in church, I'm still wiped out.
As sundown approaches, I hope that wakefulness doesn't grab me by the throat. That happened quite a bit in the last thermonuclear pollen meltdown.
During sleep of late, I keep dreaming of having met a new, fascinating man. This afternoon, in the drooling, post-church napification, it was a beefy would be real estate investor who was looking at an old house and apartment set that I've dreamt about oft before. He was eagerly tearing into closets and other scary elements of the abandoned house that I wouldn't go near. Last night, I was at Southland Mall in Portage, where I had my first job. I met a handsome Dutch man, who had an adorable tow headed little boy, and seemed to work for Continental Airlines managing their 767-200ER fleet.
Both of those dreams were interrupted as they got interesting. I keep swearing that I'm going to go get earplugs, and I don't do it.
So, four fascinating new man dreams in five nights. The first one was a combined dream car/dream man dream in which I was driving a new BMW 7, ; I was driving it around at night, and couldn't figure the headlights out - had to stop at a non-corporate exotic car store and ask for help. THEN, had a dream about having a boyfriend who was handsome, and fun, and smart, and not out to be supported..
I don't know which dream is less likely. I say the boyfriend; Brian says the 7. I'd prefer an S8 anyway.
Tell it to stop.
Moving into the NEW new office, which replaces the OLD new office across the parking lot. The office space is glorious. I have to find movers to haul my office furniture back across town to the new space, and that has to happen by this week, pretty much, since I have nothing to work on at the moment in the way of surfaces and chair.
Projects are presenting themselves, and there is a lot of enthusiasm on my part for the spring and summer months. I'd still like to have some clear guidance on what to be when I grow up.
Several years ago, when I was uncommonly attracted to the VW Phaeton, I thought it was the end-all, be-all car for me - now, one has been offered to me at a high but decent price, and I keep thinking "green Imperial" - another opportunity to have something disintegrate in the driveway.
Uh, no.
Quite a shift. I'd love one of Jason's Magic Audis, but they don't sell that particular model here in the US (A8 short wheel base, W12 motor) so the closest I could come to Jason's MAGIC Audi would be a S8. I just don't see paying that much money for a car, though.
I think I'll watch another episode or two of "The World at War" - a BBC documentary filmed in the early 1970s. It's an amazing piece of work. Last night, Alger Hiss, Curtis LeMay, Avrill Harrimann, Lord Avon, and three members of the Imperial Japanese Cabinet were interviewed (on my TV!) Contrary to what we're hearing these days, the Japanese Cabinet members suggested that Japan would NOT have withdrawn from the war had we not dropped the atomic bomb, and that the Emperor himself made the decision to quit the war; the Cabinet, the Army and the Navy were totally against it. They wanted to fight to the last man.
I'm almost into the bonus material of the series. It's awesome. If you're a history buff or a WWII buff, you should rent this from Netflix (don't buy DVDs, sheesh!) and watch it. It's about 40 hours of programming, so don't expect to do it in a weekend.
