You know those dreams you have when Nature is trying to get you to wake up and take care of business? Where there are no loos, or only broken ones, or they work but the floor is flooded or really disgusting? I usually only get one or two of those themes, but this morning, all those variants had worked their way into my dream, including me arguing with my parents about why it’s okay that I have a candy bar now and then, while trying to fix the hall bathroom.
There was also something about creating a dimensional portal so I could hide things from them, but realizing I’d have to create a portal within the portal because that’d be the first place they looked.
First!! And I had to take the chance of beating Swampy to the juvenilities
I had a weird dream recently about having to deliver something and somebody trying to give me a train ticket but the train was going the wrong way, and it wasn’t really a train at all, it was a car transporter on rails. So I hid in a tunnel until the train had gone, then I went off to find the person who’d tried to give me the ticket but I don’t know why I wanted to see them. Then I woke up and realised I did really need to get on a train because it was a work day after all.
Had an awesome weekend seeing my favourite band…just a shame that the weekend seemed so short and I am back at the irk-place again.
Doggone you, rosie! I had today’s MMP all written - well, in my head - and I get here to discover you’d beat me. I suppose I can use it next time, but it will lack the clever tie-in to events later this week. So a pox upon you!
We had rain overnight and from the looks of weather radar, there’s more just a few miles away and moving towards us. Yay! It’s been a while and we could use some good precip!
Oh, and I didn’t realize till late yesterday that Higgs turned 3! **FCD **thought she needed cake. I think it’s enough that I let her live her. Goofy dog…
My exciting plans today include washing a load of underwear. Since that’s pretty much the only thing I throw in the dryer, it’s an appropriate rainy-day chore. So that’ll kill a little time.
Happy First Day On The New Job, BBBobbio!! Hope it’s everything you want it to be, or at least better than what you left behind!
On Friday of next week I’m supposed to take care of brunch at the office. Pa amb tomàquet (bread with tomato, a sibling of the italian bruschetta), potato omelette, chorizo omelette, some cured meats that aren’t found in the local supermarkets, a couple of aged cheeses (sheep and mixed). For Christmas the Swedes gave everybody in my team a bottle of Christmas brandy - they gave me mine with a laugh and a “well, we know you don’t drink but that doesn’t matter haha”. Part of it went into stews; the leftovers are going to become sangría.
I reckon that explains why I’ve been dreaming of making potato omelette…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffeinated, and purtified, so no YAWN. 'Tis 73 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 96 for the day. I have to make a trip down to the southeast forty today which should pretty well take up the irkday. Rah.
We’re goin’ to Pearly’s for brekkie as soon as OYKW emerges from the bedroom which should be shortly. rosie when I have those dreams it mostly involves me havin’ to take a number to stand in line, so I stay in bed until it’s my turn and spend the whole time wanderin’ if’n I should get up to see if’n it’s my turn. I am semi-awake when I do this and am always happy because when I do get up to answer nature’s call, it’s my turn!
Ok, I hear rumblin’s so Ima guess OYKW is ready. Pearly’s here we come!
I’m tired, my old laptop is falling apart (literally; the screen is holding on by one hinge, one of the RAM chips is no more, and one corner of the case pops open), and my ankle hurts like hell. On the plus side, I’ve got paperwork in (early, to boot!) for two positions that would be promotions for me, I sent for my service and Navy medical records so I can file a disability claim for said ankle pain (among other things), and I showered last night so I’m dressed now.
Damned rain. The bathroom rug was outside hanging on the deck rail to dry, and now it’s wetter than when it came out of the washer.
Don’t know if I can handle the commute this morning. My first day on the new job involves a video teleconference with the new home office, so I have to go from bed to my desk, which is about 4 feet away. First time I’ve taken a job where I’ve never actually MET anyone in person…
I rather envy you folks that can remember your dreams; I only do so very rarely.
Rose, at my age (62), I don’t dream about needing the bathroom; my kidneys tell me in no uncertain terms (mostly at the most inappropriate times) that This Is No Dream ;):eek:
Another fairly dead weekend, caught up on my naptime Saturday, and we got a short, intense rainstorm Sunday that saved me from having to deploy the sprinklers. So back at irk, one of my cow-orkers became a daddy Firday, but outside of that the cube farm is quite.
I often have dreams, near the time when I’m going to wake up, about needing a bathroom, and the only available toilets are where people are watching. I guess this ties into my general anxiety, and my uneasiness about using public bathrooms.
Before I started the washer, I decided to clean the dispenser tray - it was kinda gross, but not as gross as what was waiting for me in my studio sink. If this isn’t the exact species, it was something the looked very similar - probably covering a 3" diameter from tip to tip to tip to tip, etc. I managed to cajole it into a bucket and dump it outside. Washing it down the drain would have led to a call for a plumber.
Meanwhile, the washer tray is clean, installed, and dispensing. In just under an hour, I’ll toss everything into the dryer, and less than an hour after that, I get to fold it all. Woohoo!!
Plus I’ve showered and dressed. I tried to snooze, but it didn’t happen. Especially when Higgs noticed Taz came to lie next to me. And, naturally, both Higgs and Taz are snoozing now. Life can be so unfair!!! <pose of woe>
On Sat eve, we drove past a guy set up to take a cool shot (photo) on the train tracks. It is an active single track which is straight for a long distance (good sight lines), he was < 5’ from the road, & there is a RR crossing signal (lights & audible only, no gates) right there. Trains are not silent even if they don’t blow their (legally required) horn on approaching the crossing. The guy who was driving was freaking out about how unsafe that is; it’s not like he was napping there. :rolleyes:
My dream was that I got run over by that train (that wasn’t coming).
No, wait, I’m awake. I only feel like I was run over by said train. That’s what happens when the alarm goes off at 5am Sat & Sun but we don’t get into bed until after midnight Fri, Sat, & Sun.
Today is the first day in the new [del]clusterf$%*[/del] irkplace. Someone up high thought this would be a good idea; it’s not halfassed, it’s not even quarter-assed! :mad:
My dreams are weird but I’m not remembering them. I usually do I hate the I can’t find a bathroom ones, but they aren’t as bad as the cleaning ones. Especially when the cleaning involves bathrooms. IOW, I hate cleaning up other people’s shit. A common theme to my dreams when I am dealing with my family.
The dog needs a bath but I’m still not allowed to lift more than 5 pounds so it has to wait. Sah-son does the lifting but he needs my help and sometimes that means help lifting the brat into the tub. For an old clumsy dog he becomes amazingly quick and agile at bath time.
