Standing

Oi.  So last night Ronnie kept calling me to play the "is this kitchen utensil ours?" game.  The most fun ones were the ones she tried to describe because I couldn’t remember, and then I’d have, "It’s like a blue thing."  "Uh…more specific?"  "Like a round blue thing."  We must have some weird kitchen stuff.

Then I went to sleep and had a dream that Stu asked me to substitute teach for him.  And I got up late and had to rush over there in his car (which I magically drove because Dream Me knows manual transmission) and I think I stole his shoes too, (which may have been an unconscious comment about "walking in his shoes") and I had to park the car in this space where the pavement sloped down 300 feet and was all scary.  And the school was huge and I couldn’t find the test I was supposed to give, so Stu astrally projected himself to show me where the test was in the printing room: printed in bright purple paper, and then he stuck around to actually give the test and teach the class, making my job there pointless.  And then who should stick his head into the classroom but…some guy from high school whose last name I can’t remember.  He told me to get out into the hallway and when I got there, my entire high school class was there cleaning wooden picture frames.  It was apparently an art restoration project for that guy’s class, so I wondered why we were all doing it…UNLESS it was an art restoration project for that guy’s (high school graduating) class–an interpretation that hadn’t occurred to me until now.  Man, my dreams have far too many layers.  Anyway, a ton of my friends were there: Katie, and then Andrea (who called me last night!  Whee!  Even though I missed it!) and Ben and Margaret, and Brooke and Tracey and Brian and finally Carmen showed up.  I was all worried about Stu’s class and thinking I should be back there, and everybody was staying the night and Stu had become corporeal so I had to help him find his shoes so he could drive me home.  This other girl from high school (Carmen, you’ll like this) Allison did something like suck on a landmine or something that rendered her unconscious and Andrea had to call 911.

And then a ringing phone woke me.  "It’s early," I figured, hearing footsteps downstairs, "No need to jump out of bed."  Then the footsteps came up the stairs and a phone was thrust at me.  Job interview!  Scoretastic!  It sounds very much along the lines of my fabulous beautiful wonderful much missed job at the Career Center, but with more standing on your feet, which I learned how to do at MB&S.  (Starbucks was standing on your feet and actually doing stuff.)  So I am absolutely psyched, even though the weather is conspiring to keep me from ever finishing painting the house.

Today, Coco takes her driver’s test.  Whoa.

And last night Ronnie was being all sad about how Stu was gone and she felt lonely and I couldn’t help:  "You?  You don’t live in a town devoid of all your friends!  This is a temporary setback for you!" and then along comes Andrea’s voicemail, followed by an email from Katie.  And Carmen’s going to be in town briefly this weekend…I’m so excited!

What did I say about August?