The master bedroom is getting done today and then Unca Dave is leaving tomorrow for Gadget House – a day earlier than planned. He will be returning to finish the bathroom and the trim and then head back to the wilds of Castlegar.
Katie slept at home last night.
Although for the dignity and sanity of the miscreants I cannot name names, I love my coworkers. Yesterday marked the 10th anniversary of my full time employment with the company that any widgeon with a cursory understanding of the internet could learn the name of. I got THE BEST PRESENT from a coworker ever; it was a MOMENT and not a thing, but it was a frikken priceless moment, and I snicker helplessly every time I think of it.
I was awoken by choppers this morning and learned at the bus stop that two human hearts stopped beating two blocks from my house.
I have been having dreams with colour in them. In the first one Paul and I were living in a three story house when a yellow piece of landing gear came through the roof. (I took this as a sign that Paul’s not going to make it in Vancouver through the layoffs, but we’ll see.) The following night I dreamed I was in a women’s change room and I picked up a bath bomb and it turned into an explosion of purple mud which I promptly painted my chest with. It smelled good, too. I very rarely feel or smell things in dreams, so I was quite pleased about that.
I am so spaced out that I took a bag of plastic insects instead of my bathing suit out to Tom and Peggy’s car last night. That makes me snicker too.
I’m no dream therapist, but Paul’s in aircraft maintenance and a piece of an airplane destroys your house … I hope the explosion of mud means joy in your new life.