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waking up before your alarm. ten minutes to nine. first stop: kitchen. waffles, with the neighbor. attempted Amish Friendship bread: failure leading to tomato, onion, cheese omelet. one failed waffle. five good ones. bacon. breakfast as a family, four become one. dishes with your boyfriend. a clean kitchen. house alone. breathe in, breathe out. smooth legs, smooth summer sun. strapping your yoga mat to your b a c k. a bike ride. yoga. s t r e t c h i n g. triangle pose. raise your hand if you’re having fun. giggles abound. Brett Dennen and Alex Murdoch. Amoeba music. Five new CDS. Matt Nathanson, times two. Joshua Radin. Carbon Leaf. Lady Antebellum. Love.  b a c k o n y o u r b i k e. home. a quiet house. Barbara Kingslover. finally finishing Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. summer sun still high. peppermint tea. sweatshirts. photos uploaded. PW Challenge ready to be tackled. three more recipes. hours with a friend who can make me giggle when giggling seems a cardinal sin.

life and love, all messy, most of the time.

Dream Post: Africa

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I had a crazy dream last night!

I was on my way to work  (I still worked at the Toy Store) and I was on the subway, and when I got to work it looked like a different store.

Then I was working with my friend R, who turned into my sister. She and I were going somewhere suddenly we were in Africa with a group of people, including a coworker, E. He was making sure we did what we were told, because apparently we weren’t approved to be wherever we were. We were traveling to a village, and my sister mentioned that no one had told us, but we had to leave right away because there was going to be an attack on the village we were in. We were in a building that was made of straw and had two floors,  and we were trying to get to the second floor when we heard commotion and a crowd outside. We ran to the second floor, which was the out, and there were US soldiers there who were going to help us get out. We were so relieved to see those soldiers, and the one who opened the door had been a lovely young woman. They were all dressed in camouflage but their name tags looked old, as though they had been printed in the 50s or so.  As we were meeting with the soldiers, my sister turned into my friend Cor.

THEN: Cor and I were then sitting in a room with her husband. We were explaining the event of escaping to him, but we knew it had been a dream, and we had both had the same dream. He didn’t believe that we knew all these things about each other’s dream, but as we continued on we convinced him that we had actually had the same dream.

Then I woke up.

Reasons? I was setting up “faces” last night on my iPhoto, which lets you put people’s names into iPhoto and then it finds other pictures of that person, and iPhoto kept thinking Cor was my sister, and vice versa.

Also, I am reading The Poisonwood Bible which is about a mission to Africa.

La Fin.

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Finished: The Red Tent, by Anita Diamant.

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4 of 5 stars. The second half of book felt a bit rushed, but the story was beautiful, the characters rich, and the scenes amazing. I loved hearing a biblical story through the eyes of a woman. It is interesting to read of midwives, of women as sisters and wives, of lovers of their own gods, of lovers of their shared husbands. It was a story that all women could relate to, and a story that teaches us all about the miracle of motherhood.

You should read it.

Finished: Illumination Night.

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illuminationnightOK, so this is an Alice Hoffman book, so I basically should love it.

I finished it last night, pushing my early bedtime back an hour because I was just SO close. And it was good, but the end made me sad.

In fact, the whole book made me sad. I love Martha’s Vineyard, and I loved the characters, and I wanted none of them to be sad, just happy. That’s what I always want for the characters I love. But, it did teach me a little about love, happiness, knowing yourself, loving the beach, and knowing where you belong. I’m glad I read it, and it gives me a good feeling to know I’ve completed something.

Meanwhile, it’s the only book I’ve completed this year, and it’s March 4th. Jeff is on a shoot this weekend, and I think my goal might be 2 novels just to catch myself up and focus. My goal is to read 50 books this year, so I really need to get on the ball.

Next up? Montana Sky by Nora Roberts for our Book Club. We wanted to read a romance novel for February. I realize it’s March. But I dare you to find a book club full of a better looking bunch of ladies than mine, even if we don’t read on time.

Dream Post: 1

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I’ve been having these dreams that are kind of crazy, and so I’ve decided to start keeping track of them. Here goes.

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Last night, I had a dream:

I was in my house (like my parent’s house) and there was a plane flying very low over the house. It came in for a crash landing in our backyard, and in the distance the highway appeared (even though there is no highway in our backyard.) I felt nervous, but the plane landed OK, so I was hopeful that the person was OK. I went out to the backyard, with my phone so I could call 911. So then, this old deranged man gets out of the plane, and starts shooting at my brother and I with a gun that shoots like a machine gun but is more like a rifle. (I obviously don’t know that much about guns.) So I freak out and start dodging behind trees. My parents come out and they are also dodging bullets, and I am trying to talk to 911, but they are not picking up, and also when they DO pick up, they are in India–because the calls are being outsourced. So I am like, “OK well can I talk to someone in the US?” and then I get disconnected. Meanwhile, night falls and my dad has locked the deranged old man in the computer room behind a table. I am still ON HOLD with 911, and when I finally get through to someone, magically there is a party raging at my house. (Like, what?) And so I am yelling that I am trying to get an ambulance out to my house to get this man (apparently he needed an ambulance) and they ambulance gets lost on the way out, so 911 and I are trying to map where the ambulance is. Then, the road in front of my house turns into a four-lane BUSY road (it is only two lanes, and NEVER busy) and the ambulance starts doing turns and doughnuts to get to my house, like they are having fun and don’t care that I need them to get this man. Meanwhile, this man wakes up, and is trying to get out from under the table. And the party is still raging on, and my parents are NOT concerned.

Then I woke up. WHAT?! And this isn’t even as weird as the time I had a dream regarding people who were representing different species of dogs.

Where does this come from? I think the following items contributed to the dream:

1. Jeff got his car stuck in the sand this weekend at the beach, and we had to call AAA to tow it, and I had no service on my phone while I was trying to call him. Meanwhile, every time I called I got put through to Michigan, where my cell phone’s number is from, instead of California, where we live.

2. I was reading “The World is Flat” by Thomas Friedman last night, which starts in India and discusses outsourcing.

3. I saw Slumdog Millionaire this weekend, which was set in India.

4. I called 911 this week when I saw a motorcycle accident, and I was put on hold.

5. I watched the tail end of The Matrix the other day.

6. The airplane crash into the Hudson river last week.

So great, I have a reason for parts of THIS dream. Hopefully the rest of them are that clear….