We’re stopping in Grants Pass overnight, en route to Portland tomorrow. It’ll be nice to be home. Even if we do have to turn around a week later and return to California…
Chaz will visit later this week, yay! Very much looking forward to it.
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The other night, I had the most marvelous dream ever. I don’t usually blog about dreams, but I had to share this one.
I was waiting around for the director to arrive–the director who was making a play based on the story I’d had published in the New Yorker (!). There were actors and stage people everywhere, and I was just in the crowd. But then the director arrived and was delighted and thrilled to see me, and was all, “It’s the AUTHOR, everyone!” And then everyone was all delighted and thrilled. The author!! And then they all had to rush off to get working on the play. I started walking off and looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a fabulous 50s style red polka-dot dress, and fancy sandals, and red painted toenails.
The AUTHOR, and stylish too! Alas, then I woke up.
Now you could pity that you’ll never learn if you had lace gloves, a birdcage veil or pinned-up hair with a rose.
But what if, in another dream, you’d meet someone of that crowd again?
“Would you mind telling me how that dream of mine ended? Unfortunately, I had to leave early.”