Are you ready to do some speed dream interpretation? It has to be under time constraints because I was in the dream.

It was before school in the morning; I was a senior in high school. I know this because I told the hubster in the dream. Okay, okay, I know, I know. First weird time problem.

I also know it was in Red Wing because I was looking for my underwear in the dresser I used there when I was a senior.

Note: I didn’t find the underwear, but I did find some really cool winter boots. (!)

I continued to look for and found underwear in the back bedroom dresser.

This is not the crux of the dream,

The problem in the dream is that I was scheduled to present my project on Abraham Lincoln and it was coming down to the wire. I hadn’t copied or practiced any of his noteworthy writings: they were still stored in the computer, which Octavia Spencer (The Help, Hidden Figures) kept telling me.

Yeah, I have no idea why she was there, either.

Anyway, on the way to school, the hubster drives me to the one last hope for the copies of our 16th president’s writings: a fast food place that was having a contest that weirdly enough awarded a copy of the very thing I needed to pull off this presentation.

In the meantime, I am practicing walking as Lincoln did, tall and solemn. Just enough to give the feeling of Lincoln without trying to impersonate, because that would just go sideways and be a distraction to his words.

So, back to those words, a copy of which I could get at the fast food place IF I spun the wheel and got the right number, which was $13.99.

With great apprehension, everything riding on this one spin for the grade on this presentation, I spun the wheel.

$7.34

The fast food employee was actually holding the papers with the quotes in her hands as I spun. When I didn’t get the right numbers, she walked back and gave them to her manager. I offered to give her $5 for the papers. She said she couldn’t do that because then her fast food enterprise would have no respect and integrity.

And, of course, this just underlined my action of trying to bribe a fast food manager for the script that would save my presentation.

I got in the car, driven by the hubster, and he started to drive away before I had my dress wrapped up and the door closed. Evidently I was wearing something with a full skirt of light fabric.

Although I did have underwear and was wearing a dress from the fifties along with really cool winter boots, I didn’t have the papers I needed to present my project.

What was I going to do?

And, that’s when I woke up.

Comments? Questions? Interpretations?

I have no idea.

However, I have plenty of other things I was going to tell you, so let’s get on with those!

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I have this hair problem in the summer. Maybe you do, too. I have the car window open and my hair pinned back as the breeze rushes by. Feels good, right? Except that there are little hairs just long enough to reach my eye and stick there.

First of all, how are these little hairs moving against the wind? How do they escape any clasp I put there? More importantly, what am I going to do about it?

Long story, short, I grabbed some thread snips and left some of my hair along the gravel road in Big Bay State Park on Madeline Island. I like to think of it as a modified Vidal Sassoon haircut from the 60’s.

And even though I made sure that the hair left the car, I found some wisps over on the hubster’s side in the door well.

They were determined little buggers, weren’t they?

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Here’s another hair story: I bought some spoolies!!! Still haven’t figured out the proper technique, but they’re fun to play with.

******not here, either.

I finally have my Kindle debugged. Literally. One night while camping I stayed up too late doing crossword puzzles. With the light on. And the little tiny gnats were there to keep me company. By the time I realized the problem and turned off the light and turned on my Kindle paperwhite with the lighted screen, they were there to greet me, crawling across the screen.

So I started catching them with my thumb against the side of the screen, so as not to move the text. Yeah. There were too many and soon I was smearing them across the screen and then reversing the smear to get back to the page I was reading. This went on for thirty or so gnats and made trying to keep the story straight difficult. And when we returned home it was days, or rather nights that I was clearing gnat corpses out of the corners of the screen. Reading is nothing if not exciting at my house.

And, speaking of reading I have a wonderful new author for you. Her name is Sujata Massey and she writes about a woman solicitor in 1920’s Bombay. As with most characters, Perveen gives me something to think about during the day. Her particular influence is to think before reacting. She is Parsi and their tenets are to do good, speak good, think good. She is particularly good at the second, often not saying her first thought because it would not provide a positive result. Good to remember.

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Podcasts. I have become a fan. The Minneapolis Institute of Arts has one called “The Object” which is very well written and produced. I recommend it highly.

The other thing from the Institute that I recommend highly is a virtual tour. I just participated in one on Japanese textiles and it was fascinating. If you were here, I would bend your ear about fabric made from fishskins, flowers, and elm bark. I would tell you about how indigo which is dark blue comes from soaking green leaves in water. And I would tell you about the old days when firemen’s apparel was many layered cotton quilted coats soaked in water. But that’s just if you were here.

It was fun to take a class, the price was right (free), and I learned about how people managed to clothe themselves living at about the same latitude as Minneapolis.

*****sigh.

The hubster woke up the other day, saying, ” I feel like this is a good day to buy some metal.” Now, never in my wildest dreams growing up in Red Wing did I figure to be hearing that particular statement. And yet now it makes perfect sense.

He’s building a smoker. It’s a bucket list item. He wants to be able to tend a fire all day, smoking good meat.

Works for me. I hope you have a wonderful weekend coming up with a fabulous Friday today. Give yourself a hug and tell someone that you love them.

I’m off to sew!

Love you,

Janet