I put pimiento in parentheses, but I didn’t put them in the salad, for I didn’t use the pimientos in a jar; I used freshly picked sweet red peppers. And lots of other things. The recipe will follow when I figure it out, for I made it of a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Let me just say OMG and that it will make a stunning panini. It has 5 kinds of freshly grated cheese and many other nummies.
Was bartending at Uncle Bently’s again, but just for an evening. At first, hardly anyone was there, but then suddenly, people just piled in. I couldn’t hear or understand what customers wanted and they ordered drinks I didn’t know how to make. We ran out of glasses, and the sinks were completely full of glasses and silverware. The silverware thing was odd since we didn’t serve food. Rusty and a friend came in, but it was dark and I had a hard time actually seeing them. Mom and dad were there. Mom ordered a Coke and dad ordered a rum and coke. I kept trying to make dad’s drink but kept messing it up.
I hate inadequacy dreams.
I have a hunch that men my age don’t want to date women my age. Call me crazy. But heck. I haven’t dated for over a decade so I guess it doesn’t really matter! Having said that, I now officially have something to blog about :). Hehehehehehe. He.
Was in New York with W&E. We took the subway to a really nice restaurant in a huge building that had many, many fine restaurants. I had books with me. I was dressed in a beautiful red gown. I decided I needed to step out. I rode on a train and on a very wide highway. When I tried to get back to the restaurant, I couldn’t remember how to get there. When I finally did find it, I couldn’t remember the restaurant in the building and I couldn’t remember W&G’s last name. I decided I needed to find Cheryl and Gail and stay with them but I didn’t know what direction to go. Somehow I came up with an address for them but the subway wasn’t going to run that late and when I flew home, I’d need keys for my car at the airport, but W&G had them. I also wasn’t sure where the car was.
I don’t know if this is from last night or another dream I simply just remembered. I forgot that I had booked a vacation flight to a wonderful beach destination. So I dropped everything and went.
So. I’ve gone on this dating site wherein horses serve as the common denominator. It’s a good premise. Women who like horses seek men who like horses. It’s not the best of sites, for we can’t really do much filtering. For instance, I’d like to meet a man who would like to meet a woman of my age (55-60). Call me crazy, but judging from this picture, this man doesn’t want to meet someone my age. Or AM I crazy? Would women my age think an older man (a stranger) in this get-up hot? I’m sure his salary of $100,000+ would appeal to many women, young and old.Nice looking horse, though.
Knowing that my dreams are generally non-linear, that they are bits and pieces, I’m going to simply write down the impressions and avoid creating a linear narrative. Having said that, sometimes impressions will seem to be linear.
Hannah drove to town to find me and tell me that a horse named Chance had died, but this was a different horse than the Chance that had already died.* I had a lot of difficulty hearing what she was saying.**
Hannah and I decided to do some shopping for her wedding. She bought a $229 bracelet, sweaters, a lovely hat, and more clothes than we could carry. Others joined us and bought things as well; then they (not Hannah) decided to go through all of the stores and take everything they wanted, which for some reason ended in a grand party. I drove a lawn tractor through the stores. Couldn’t find my car.
I found a a white dachshund (but it really wasn’t white or a dachshund) and tried to return it to its owner. I was told it belonged to the people down the street who owned a brothel. Yes, that was the word used. The dog’s leash (more like a tattered rope) got caught in the axle of my car and I had to crawl under the car to get it loose.
Made it to the barn to discover that Chance wasn’t dead. At least that’s what I think I heard. I couldn’t quite make out what people were saying.
This is similar to the hat Hannah found (except not pink and it had a net)
*The reality: I decided to stop by the barn on my way home from Rockwall and see what Wonder Horse was up to and saw that they added 2 new horses to the pasture. One is an enormous Friesian/Percheron cross. Beautiful animal.
**Yesterday as I mowed my lawn, I was listening to a book. I had to crank it up to hear it over the mower. I wondered how badly this affects my hearing.