I was glad I woke up this morning

I went to hell last night! Damn dreams are driving me crazy. Especially when they’re reoccurring. I haven’t had dream scenes at the mill for a while now but they’re back on the program. This one, like many previous, took place in the parking lot. I couldn’t find my car.  Oddly, it was the white car I have now, not any of the clunkers of my mill days. I finally realized it was stolen.  My cars are being highjacked all the time. I went back into the office to call the police. Linda Pedersen said: Oh, not again?!  And then I tried calling 911. Kept getting a cop who thought I was drunk and playing on the phone. Lots of other people entered into this show too. Like PTHS’ old coach, Doug Rickerson. He was making copies at the xerox machine.  My first thought when I finally woke up was to try and figure out why I keep having this nightmare.  I half wondered if maybe I had had a car stolen from me before and the trauma of that was causing these flashbacks.  I tried and tried to remember but couldn’t so figured I’d have to ask my daughters if they remember me going through a car being stolen.

Yesterday (in real life) I got up and proceeded to make a small pot of coffee. I “almost” poured the water in the toaster. Yeah, the ole brain cells are breaking down. I didn’t pour it in but the fact that I almost did was unsettling. I’m marking it up to morning fuzziness.

If I was to try and analyze what’s going on, my guess would be the upheaval of the water leak problem I discovered a couple weeks back. Mary and Andy came over yesterday to assess the damage in person. They’re not entirely sure if the floor damage is more extensive.  They moved my bookcases to the garage and my books to a closet.  She wanted me to start clearing out my sewing room too in case the flooring in there was affected.

I was overwhelmed at the whole process.  Just wrapping up and putting away my knickknacks the other day about wore me out and I wondered where I was going to find the strength to empty out my room of refuge and relaxation.  Sigh…. But, this too shall come to an end. Sooner or later. I’m certainly not the first person to experience water damage and how it can disrupt your entire life…for a while.  I’ll deal with it.

My next to-do chore is to go through all the clothes I had stored in bins (we emptied them for the books) and see if I can’t make another large sack for Goodwill. Going to have to thin down my books too. I certainly don’t need as many as I have but I know this will be like pulling teeth for me.   The carpet guy is coming to day to give an estimate for new flooring once the bad flooring is repaired. M&A have decided to put in hardwood floors in the entire kitchen, living room, and hallways.  Not sure yet how much insurance will pay for the damage repair.

I’m going to work on the area of the 2^nd bedroom at the other end of the house today. Need to make room for putting everything in there that I can to clear out the work area for the carpet folks.  If the sewing room does need renovation too, I might end up parking the car in the driveway so I can have the garage to hold more storage. I remember when dad and I moved in here Dec. 2008, everything went to the garage as it started to snow and we needed to get the move over with fast so everyone could drive back home.  Hope I never have to move in winter again.

Well, time to take my vitamins and let the fun begin.  One nice thing about yesterday was getting to see Jake for a while. I know, without a doubt, that if we lived closer, we’d have a good time together.  He’s still a little shy around me but I did hear “gramma” once. Other times he would ask Mary where her mom was. Ha ha  And when we were saying goodbye, Mary was trying to teach him See ‘ya later alligator. Then we started in on After While Crocodile, Too soon baboon,  Down the road toad…..

He couldn’t quite remember all those so his retorts came out as see ‘ya later crocodile, After while crocodile and down the road crocodile. Ha ha ha ha ha