I get to tell you my dream, but you don't have to read it. You know, when you start telling someone your dream, and they're like feigning death, not wanting the boring details...so I'll try to keep it short...the other night, I had a dream...
...that Paul surprised me with kitchen renovations! I walked into my kitchen, in my dream, and there was a gorgeous new sink with a swanky tall faucet, but...the counter tops...oh dear, they were hideous! Green plastic-y with with white swirls, hunter green. I mean ugly, and if you happen to have these in your home at this very minute, I do apologize. But these were ugly. Then I looked at Paul, in my dream, and he was so proud of himself. He had installed it all, and surprised me, and was waiting for me to jump up and down...so I did. (not a total body jump, I can't do that, even in dreams) I lied in my dream. I told him I loved it.
Anyway. I'm now a bit thankful for my 80's looking blue counter tops with the oak edging.
And here's a real life nightmare: I had an MRI this morning. If you are ever scheduled to have one, run in the other direction and do not stop. I am not just being a drama queen, it was horrible. I did not realize how claustrophobic I am. You have to lie flat on your back and have a mask thing over your face, then slide into the tube and hold very still...mine was 40 minutes long. I was offered a choice of music, piped in through big ugly headphones, so I classic rock it was. Mistake! "come on baby light my fire....", over and over again when it's background music is one thing, but when you're lying there listening to it in a stifling tube...ugh. The next few songs were not much better. I found myself close to panic a few times, I tried the Pretend I'm On The Beach trick, and the walking through summery grass...but it was just awful. I have had CT scans before, and they weren't so bad, but this one...ugh.
While lying there, I thought of patients in the hospital who had to just lie on their backs, especially one guy Em had, who had some sort of accident which paralyzed him from between the neck and waist....he couldn't feel himself breath, so he was consistently panicked.
Hopefully nothing is found, hopefully it's just a huge waste of time and money, ha.
I was all by myself, early in the morning, most places still closed, so I went to Walmart...they have decent pizza dough for a dollar, and the weekend is coming up...I browsed around, just enjoying myself...I got the little girls each a clearanced top, and a few wood things to paint, for art class.
Home...ah, home. I had only had coffee on the way there, so now I am having my Ezekial raisin toast, and a nice 'nother cup of coffee. Margaret is here working, the kids are reading in bed...we went to the library yesterday, so we're all stocked up again.
Emily and Mirielle came over yesterday afternoon laden with candy from South Africa, and some Kenyan coffee.