I did performance reviews today. There are 3 still left to do. I’ll get them done tonight– I hope. Work has me all twisted up inside. I should know better. It doesn’t pay to worry or get upset until something to worry or get upset happens.
Friday I go home. Earlier than usual in fact. It will be lovely getting in before midnight.
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go.
Just standing here beside your door.
I hate to wake you up, to drive me to the airport.
Another night filled with tossing and turning. I slept, just only in spurts. This is so unlike me. Sure I usually wake up a couple of times during the night, it was just never to this degree. The one thing about frequent breaks in sleeping is that I am remembering almost all my crazy dreams. Last night I dreamt I was in an animal rescue hospital and there were tons of animals walking around. There was a man there I quite liked. He came over and put his arm around me and as I snuggled in I realized he shape shifted into an old bully of mine from grade school. It was horrible.
Now I need to get ready and pack my bags. I am leaving in a few hours for Chicago. (Wasn’t this incessant traveling supposed to end already?)
The slip covers were $150.00! Can you believe that?!?! Maybe Lisa can price fabric while I am in Chicago this week and see if reupholstering is a cheaper alternative. I hope I sleep better tonight. Gosh I have no desire to pack. I don’t even know what to pack. How is it possible to have a huge closet packed with clothes and not a thing to wear? Thus is my life.
Lisa made a terrific dinner tonight. She made lasagna with Ronzoni no cook pasta. It was unbelievable tasty! I also had far too much red wine. Even though I drank two glasses of water and have spent time in the little cowgirl’s room, I still feel tipsy. Probably I should walk it off but it’s late and I really should get to bed.
I had such an awful night’s sleep last night. My body just ached. I woke up about 10 times. Finally I took some Advil and that seemed to help. When it was time to wake up, I no longer hurt so I could have slept peacefully. Grrrrr
Last night I watched Sweet November. It was horrible. My favorite part was when Keanu Reeves pulled out a dishwasher from a sack he had been carrying on his back. (Hey! I am a poet and I didn’t even know it, although my feet show it, they’re Longfellows). The original version with Sandy Dennis is a movie I have wanted to see for ages although after seeing the remake I am beginning to think I might pass on the original.
As much as I am enjoying having a 7-foot sofa in my bedroom, my eyes are beginning to hurt from it’s green and red plaid pattern. I need a slipcover.
Things to do after work:
Find and load Dreamweaver
Submit expenses
Price slipcovers
Pack for tomorrow
At dinner this evening my mom said, “These peas sure do taste wonderful!” Immediately upon hearing those words, a memory long supressed reared its ugly head. Suddenly it was 1981 and my family sat around the same dinner table eating the same meal. That night on television, The Harlem Globetrotters on Gilligan’s Island was playing and I was excited! The only problem was my mother made peas. She didn’t just make peas but she dumped a heaping spoonful on my plate. I hated peas.
“C’mon Donna, eat the peas!” My mother said urging me to eat.
“No, I don’t like peas.”
“Donna, the peas taste wonderful, just take a bite, you’ll like them!”
“No Mommy, I don’t like peas.”
My father decided it was time to try some of his Silva mind control and EST techniques on me. “DONNA YOU BETTER EAT THOSE PEAS OR NO HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS ON GILLIGAN’S ISLAND FOR YOU!”
My family then proceeded to get up and go into the living room where I could hear them watching The Harlem Globetrotters on Gilligan’s Island. I sat there staring at the peas. I tried to eat them but I just coughed them up. Finally my mother came in and removed my plate. I went up to my room without watching the show. My little heart was broken and at recess the next day I was unable to join in on the The Harlem Globetrotters on Gilligan’s Island discussion.
This evening I enjoyed the peas. My mother was right, they did taste wonderful.
I didn’t mention a thing about Elvis’s birthday yesteday. Lisa and I marked the occasion by eating ice cream and watching Elvis movies. We also listened to Elvis songs as we drove around all day. On our way out the door to the grocery store, I ran back to my room, grabbed the nearest Elvis CD I could find and headed back out. The CD was of Early Elvis and I said, “Truth is I am more of a 70’s Elvis girl.”
Lisa replied, “Yes, definitely Elvis in the 60’s and 70’s”
“And 50’s too!” I said.
“Donna, let’s admit it, we LOVE Elvis– no matter the year, the weight, the costume or the movie, we love him.”
She is right. And all I can say is THANK YOU to that Elvis Impersonator I saw performing at Knott’s Berry Farm that fateful day back in the mid-80’s. It was you, Pseudo-Elvis, clad in a powder blue jumpsuit, that first introduced me to the King and I shall always be a hunk-a hunk a grateful!
I had such crazy dreams– in fact it was a relief to wake up and discover they were only dreams. I was visiting my family. Outside the window I could see the sun shining and a very light rain falling. “I bet there’s a rainbow, let’s take a look!” I said. We ran out to the backyard and crained our necks back. Sure enough, a beautiful rainbow stretched across the sky. The rainbow started to pulsate. The colors and bands started to get deeper and stronger and it filled the sky in colors. We were dumbfounded and couldn’t believe what we were seeing. The rainbow exploded into thousands pieces of light and the sky went dark. Two moons appeared in the sky, one in the east and one in the west. “What’s going on!” I cried out. Slowly the earth returned to normal and we tried to get back to our lives. I found myself wondering if the earth was ending or if this was just a sign. My alarm went off and I was overjoyed to discover it was only a dream.
Treated Lisa and our parents to lunch at the Indian Restaurant in Bensalem. My father didn’t seem particularly impressed but Mom and Lisa loved it.
My parents’ next door neighbors are renovating their living room and they were getting rid of their sofa. My mom has always liked the sofa and said that Lisa and I would be happy to take it off their hands. This afternoon we picked it up and hauled it to the Donna villa. I thought we would put it up in Lisa’s loft and get rid of her old futon. Instead it was decided to put it in my bedroom. I have no clue how that decision was made but it really isn’t that bad. The sofa is nice and divides my sleeping area from my office space. Now I have a place to sit and throw my clothes!
Lisa and I have to go to the grocery store. I wasn’t able to eat breakfast this morning because my cottage cheese and fiber crackers were MISSING. I must replace them.
Back from Chicago! Thank goodness!
Merry Christmas to all you little hunky boys and girls on the old calendar!