Getting Ready...

All of the day's blog festivities celebrating dear Renee's birthday have left me exhausted and pretty much a gallivanter. Poor Renee now has to deal with all of her admirers and friends. :)

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I have to work tonight. Dream sequence - One night: Set the alarm for midnight...

...cobwebs, please kill the spider, why not?!

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...there he was, standing beneath, underneath the moonlit sky, that's wrong...I am speaking French, (I don't even know what I just said) beneath...just there...not beneath...like an apparition...he looked like General Lee. The tree has no leaves...Do you remember Mary Quandt? The first lipstick brand I used was Mary Quandt...very red, no other make up just flaming red lipstick and flat chest when I was fifteen in college...my sister told me I looked like a "pam-pam". I liked pampam bread, the one we bought from Tio Lino. It's called pampam because it has a bright reddish purple cream in the middle and we compared it to prostitutes(not that we knew what they did but they wore red lipstick)...the boys were shocked to see me with lipstick. What was his name? His Dad collected classic cars and he was a spoiled rich kid...not very smart. He was laughing and was wearing his school uniform. He was in high school and I was in college and he was older than me. He is gone and the blocks are falling...you have to scan this, there is a... what do you call that? I can't remember...bars...bars, I think I have early Alzheimer's...scanning bar...bar code! Just like the medications for eOrdering or eMAR. We can't call it COW for computers on wheels because it offends people who think cows are sacred so we call it WOW, workstation on wheels. Vox populi, populi, popsicle, popcorn, The water is rising and now we are stuck in the muck. Von and I are trying to figure out how to get to dry ground. The earth is black and the sand is black. There are flimsy bamboo bridges that we are traversing and we don't know where we are going. Then suddenly there is Mother and she smiles at me and looks at me like she used to do when I was a little girl and she tells me without uttering a word, she guides us where to step and we make it to the shore and there is a road and Mother is gone but she gave us a white 4-wheel drive SUV! I have to start modifying the rules at midnight...The garage storeroom is a mess. No, keep it there. So what, it's a flat canvas I may throw paint over it. I can't paint. My arm hurts, my head hurts and it detains me. I can't walk around while painting...I can cook while drawing my trees...I slept on it, my arm is numb...I have to go, I am late for work. What time is it? I had this dream...It's midnight and I have to go to work...

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She thought she was awake. Wake up! Aaargh!

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Last attempt to paint and it was trashed, I wish the stretched canvases don't cost so much, I feel guilty about throwing these failures...