I don’t always remember my strange dreams, but this one was memorable.
My uncle told my mom about a car wash chain that gave 2 for 1 offers. He asked us to take the car in so that he could get the discount. Problem was, he’s in Oregon and we’re in California. He assured us that it wouldn’t be an issue, so we tried to go.
We had to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to get to this place. My mom, her friend, my daughter and I all piled into two cars. One was my current car, and one was the old Ford station wagon we had in the 70s. We had a dachshund with us and the dog had to stop and pee while we were on the bridge, so we let him out. (We don’t have a dachshund and you can’t stop on the bridge. I’m sure it’s also illegal to let your dog use it for a restroom.) The dachshund almost fell between the gap in the bridge, near the walkway. They quickly made a law that you can’t walk a dachshund on the Golden Gate Bridge, so we got a ticket and had to get back in our cars.
We got to the car wash place and found that we had a ton of luggage in the cars, so we kept that in mind as we were trying to figure out the system to get the car washed. The machine was out on an old dirt road, on the Redwood Highway. We had to plug in the info for the car we were having washed. Turned out that we couldn’t get the discount unless both cars were at the same car wash building, so my uncle in Oregon had to figure out his own discount.
We plugged all the info to the old machine and it printed out just fine. We had to wait out turn at the front desk of the car wash until someone could check our paperwork. When it came time, they told us that they couldn’t take the paperwork until they fixed it, because it was in my dad’s name. My dad had apparently brought the car there in the year 999, so they had to adjust it, since they got a new computer system between then and now. He needed to get a manager to show him how and it would be easier if my dad was there to help straighten it out. (My dad died in 2019) I was trying to flag my mom over to help and I sent my daughter to get the luggage out of the car, but I was waiting at that counter forever.
Finally I woke up because my bladder was full. I had to write the dream down since it was so detailed and weird.
I was given a reading buddy a few weeks ago. He was perfect. Quiet. Stood still. Didn’t demand anything.
He went home and returned with two more friends. They did very well. The whale attracted a squid which was a little distracting, but otherwise was quiet. They didn’t ask for much. The little green one seems to be asking for a hug in the last photo here, though.
Lyle has an enemy and he doesn’t know who or why. He and his family decide to do something about it.
This is a great book about prejudice and misunderstanding. I think that an older child would enjoy this, but I think that parent discussion is also needed to help the child understand that what happened to Lyle is wrong.
Last week was especially busy. My hours changed a lot with the first week of school. Work and school are taking up a lot of my time, as they should. A few days, due to various reasons, I left the house before 7am and didn’t get home until close to 9. By the time I settled down, this didn’t leave a lot of time for chores and sleep.
I managed to get the garbage out on Monday. I also managed to get a few days of clothing packets done. Shirt, pants, underwear and socks. The bra and shoes were separate, but they were easy to add. Boy, did this save time in the mornings.
I didn’t manage to get all the way through the readings for the week, but, thankfully, most of the classes have the longer readings scheduled later.
I am using the weekends to catch up on reading and writing. I am almost finished with my long reading for this week, that’s due on Tuesday. I hope I’ll make it.
I know that the first week of school is always a little crazy, so I am not too worried about the rest of the semester. Figuring out campus and getting from building to building is new. Room and building changes will settle down after the first week. Finding students to commiserate with will come with time.
Two cats and a dog think they share my bed. The cats pretty much are only there when I am not, but the dog will go up any time, as long as the kitties aren’t in her spot.
Today, it was time to put the sheets back on the bed. I sent the dog to the garage. I kicked one cat off the bed. The other cat decided she was going to help with the sheet changing by sitting in exactly the same spot where she was sitting. No. No you aren’t. I called for human help, since that cat doesn’t like me at all.
I use a sheet scrunchie, which holds the fitted sheet onto the bed. It works great, but is a pain in the neck to get on the bed. The first difficult part is figuring out which end is the bottom of the sheet, so that I can attach the scrunchie to it. Then fitting the scrunchie around the mattress isn’t so easy.
I got the bottom of the sheet on the bottom of the mattress and was pulling it up to do the top part. A human helper decided that the dog wasn’t going to hurt anything, so she let her in. Molly decided it looked fun, so she jumped on the bed and all of the work I had done came undone.
I got the dog out, finally. Then the cats came back to help.
I decided to quit for a while until they whole group decided there was anything more fun to do.
I described the scene to a friend and he said it seemed like a makeshift wrestling ring. It sure felt like it. Thankfully, no one was recording it.