Weaving, Trying to Make Sense of my Time at the Bottom of this Planet, Occasionally Tending our Sisyphaen Patch
by the Goddess of Procrastination and Expert Forgetter
I woke up this morning dreaming the Red Gallery had turned into a gallery/toy store and I was working full time until the 23rd! What a total nightmare, with children screaming and parents getting angry, and at one point, I lost my blouse! What does it all mean??
There's more. Keanu Reeves turned out to be the owner of another gallery in town where I sell my scarves, and he dropped by to give me a memo about greeting cards his gallery is going to sell, which somehow involved my working at his gallery as well, but the memo was a scribble on an unrelated, colorful brochure and I didn't understand it and then I lost the memo in the toy store crowd. Luckily he was gone by the time I lost my blouse.
It ended, though, with a huge, scary man standing outside my home front door, and I stood motionless inside wondering if the door had been locked, and it wasn't, and he opened the door and I woke up.
Good grief. What kind of a day is this going to be? I did contact a local greeting card maker and asked for a sample pack yesterday and her hubby is coming to the Red next week, but I made clear everything is up to Jay. I've also suggested perhaps Kath would be interested in visiting Jay to see if the Red would like to have a few of Kath Bee CD... Do you think I think I'm overstepping my boundaries? The brochure could have been Kath's CD release party brochure...
There's more. Keanu Reeves turned out to be the owner of another gallery in town where I sell my scarves, and he dropped by to give me a memo about greeting cards his gallery is going to sell, which somehow involved my working at his gallery as well, but the memo was a scribble on an unrelated, colorful brochure and I didn't understand it and then I lost the memo in the toy store crowd. Luckily he was gone by the time I lost my blouse.
ReplyDeleteIt ended, though, with a huge, scary man standing outside my home front door, and I stood motionless inside wondering if the door had been locked, and it wasn't, and he opened the door and I woke up.
Good grief. What kind of a day is this going to be? I did contact a local greeting card maker and asked for a sample pack yesterday and her hubby is coming to the Red next week, but I made clear everything is up to Jay. I've also suggested perhaps Kath would be interested in visiting Jay to see if the Red would like to have a few of Kath Bee CD... Do you think I think I'm overstepping my boundaries? The brochure could have been Kath's CD release party brochure...