Dreams

Some days escaped.  Being a retiree, and also in quarantine, the days seem to be one continuing string of time moments.  Sometimes the string is thick and other days thin, and those thin days are when nothing important happens in the mind.  

I have a friend, far, far away.  Have not seen her in over eons.  We have been e-mailing some, but not very often.  The last one came in 2014.  Some friend I am.  TSK TSK.

However, this friend came to my dreams last night.  I tried to call her, but I had a wrong number.  From somewhere, she told me of her new number.  

I called and called, and finally I got an answer, and we met downstairs in the lobby.  My friend was my friend as I remembered her.  We talked and talked, and I felt good.  

Her birthday was yesterday.

Other events from the lost days:  Frogged (unravel) a brim from a knitted hat.  It was too loose.  The hat will have a new brim, knit 1, purl 1 ribbing.  Then I'll decide what to do with it.  I also have two blue hats on the process.  

When I was working, my boss was with me for 40 years. My dreams include her quite often.  As well as last night.  Apparently she has 3 houses in the city, and I live in one of them. 

I bet she would like that to be true.  In many dreams I still work in that office, and she is the boss.  Her assistant, and rest of the staff are the same.  The only difference is the layout of the rooms.  I also work part time in my dreams, and then eventually retire.

These dreams  appear quite often.  The road to the building is always the same, which really doesn't exist in reality.  But it's there, the same lines, same traffic lights, same 

and same. Always, many times.  

I finished the book "Infinite", and another one "Hangman" by a Canadian author, Louise Penny.  Right now I have "Mind Games" by B.B. Griffith,  "The Woman Outside My Door" by Rachel Ryan, and also "The Wrong Family" by Tarryn Fisher.   I won't list more, since this sounds like a book stash to be read before my time is up.  (Kindle e-read books?  don't even go there)

Yarn stash has grown a little bit, and I am somewhat irked with myself for having impulses for new projects, that need new yarn.  I have zillion skeins, balls, hanks of yarn that will never be used for anything.  Therefore, I have decided that instead of yarn, I'll buy books. 

This will not hurt my knitting fingers and wrists.  Reading is safer.