Two curious things happened yesterday - well, one of them was a dream, and it just shows how our brains can twist so many details in one story.
I woke up angry, which I don't think has ever happened before. I've woken up shaken, or with a racing heart, but never angry.
Last night, as I was falling asleep, I was going through the list of people who will be attending the next quilting retreat. And I suppose my brain was also preoccupied with some of the global volatility. Please note that no specific individuals were in this dream - they were merely placeholders.
I was at the retreat, and we still had a couple of hours before we had to leave. However, three members of the next group arrived early and had no issues about coming in and sitting down to chat. Then the rest of their group arrived and also proceeded to enter the retreat house. The next thing I knew, they were working on my jigsaw puzzle (MY jigsaw puzzle!) and then pinning my quilt squares together. They were all throughout the house, and I was angry.
For whatever reason, the house owners showed up, and neither she nor her husband was phased by the intrusion at all. I was so angry, I was pounding my fists on the table, shouting, I'M SO MAD - in the dream, of course.
But then I woke up, and well, it was just a dream. But seriously --- that was a bit unnerving. It had nothing to do with the retreat at all, but my brain used the retreat as the venue to showcase my anger! WOW!
The second weird thing that happened concerned the gentleman whom we helped the previous day. As I was walking Murphy, I spotted him across the street. I knew what street he lived on because he told me, and we were on that street. His hood was up on his jacket, but I recognized him because he was wearing the same clothes and shoes as the day before. He must have recognized me as well, even though I had a different dog. He immediately turned around -- we were on opposite sides of the street, going in opposite directions, if that makes sense.
I walked slowly to see where he was going, and he entered a house on that street. Even though I had a different dog, I was wearing shorts and the same oversized grey sweatshirt as the day before. And let's not forget the orange flowers in my hair! So was he just starting out on his walk? Does he go for a walk and then gets lost? I'm not sure. Was it a hoax, as the dispatcher asked me? DH says, 'Just think of how you helped someone and let it go!' He could have been embarrassed or intimidated. I'm not sure, but it was a bit unusual.
It was all about Murphy yesterday. After I got both dogs walked, I had to walk Murphy to the vet. The new vet is right beside the grocery store, and they wanted to check her blood pressure and do blood work. That's because of the medication that she has been on for many years. She is no longer on the medication, and everything seems fine.
I was hoping to see how they take a dog's blood pressure, but alas, the technician took her into the back room, and they did all the work without me seeing a thing! I paid a lot of money for that procedure, and I saw nothing in return. I feel cheated!!! Murphy did NOT want to leave my side, and I heard she was NOT happy as they attempted to get blood from her. Poor thing! The vet will call me with the results later.
But she got to check out the giant pumpkins at the grocery store. They called these colossal pumpkins, but I have a friend whose son grew pumpkins for the local fair. Although I didn't see them in person, one pumpkin reportedly weighed 650 pounds or something similar. It was huge! Muprhy was still happy to check these ones out.
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| MOM -- these balls are too big for me! |
The "giant" puffball we spotted earlier in the forest was pretty small in comparison, but for a puffball, it was pretty large.
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| MOM - that's a giant puffball |
Before we headed home, I popped into the grocery store to get a few things, and I made her wait outside. She didn't say one peep as I walked away and into the grocery store. BUT when I came back, she couldn't stop barking as I approached. We had a brief training session. I swear I need to do that more often, and I used to, but I'm getting a bit paranoid about someone taking her or Lexi if I leave them unattended, so they lose all their training. I guess I'll just have to do it where I can still keep an eye on them.
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| MOM - I thought you would never come back! |
Look at her. She is entirely still, yet panting and excited like a mad dog! She's just the friendliest and enthusiastic dog I've ever met.
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| Interesting claim about people's food and dogs |
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| MOM - We love to play together |
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| MOM - I love sleeping on the mat |
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| MANY pieces in one quilt block |
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| The little drawer is empty |
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| The cutoff pieces are sorted by color |
I also got to work on that project that needed reworking. My brain waffled back and forth with various designs, and I have FINALLY settled on the direction I want to take. I hate when that happens! I mean, I hate it when I keep moving from one idea to another and can't settle on one. Then the deadline looms, and I go for the one that I really wanted all along. Sheesh -- why do we do that to ourselves?
Ciao!









My vet told me they take my cat's blood pressure at his tail, maybe the base of it? Marsha P.
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