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Day: March 27, 2005

My Eyes, MY EYES!

WOw, I had no clue how bright that sunshine stuff was. I spent most of the day squinting & tilting my head, what with all the LIGHT, bright glorious light everywhere.

After Sunday Brunch with good friends, we had a big date trip to Lowe’s. All garden stuff, ka-ching! ka-ching! I am always amazed how much stuff adds up – but it was nice, we got a couple of cool iron trellis-y things, one for the rose by James’ workshop, and an obelisk thingy for the whiskey barrel planter, that will hopefully be covered with sweet peas in a month or two. I also got a bunch of bulbs for one part of the side yard, and we got wood to make a sign for the perennial bed out front, a sign that indicates our house address, plus a big “E”, because without fail, people will go to the West version of our address, and remain confused. My job is to paint the numbers/letter & backdrop board as well as come up with something decorative to draw on wood that will go above the sign – fun practice for James & his new scroll saw (from last week’s auction – easier to care for than a PUPPY.)

On the Folly update, I’m on the shoulder shaping for the sleeves. Whew. I swear, when this sweater is finished, I don’t care if it’s the middle of June, I’m cranking up the A/C and wearing the damn thing!!!!

Monday, Monday, fast approaching. Should be an interesting week!

The Saddest Easter Ever

It wasn’t even Easter. It was summer, circa 1972 in Knoxville Iowa. Since I’ve now told my father about my blog, I think it will be extra fun to start sharing ALL MY DREAMS in my blog from here on out. HAH!

This was one of those dreams that was SO VIVID, when I woke up, I thought it had actually happened. I was only 4 years old. But I dreamt that I had a giant basket of Easter candy, complete with a big ol’ chocolate bunny, sitting right by my bed on my nightstand. And I was SO DISAPPOINTED that it hadn’t happened. I even wanted to try to go back to sleep and see if the waking up without the Easter basket part was maybe the dream, and then there WOULD be a basket of candy waiting for me. Since we didn’t celebrate Easter, it never did happen, either. But every year, and now we’re talking 32 years later, I still remember that momentary flash of thought and hope & the realization that it was only a dream and the sunshine and the smell of grass and the reconciliation struggle between dreams and reality. That stuff never, ever leaves you. And often the struggle remains the same.

Today, I will bite the ears off the bunny I got from my Operation Haremail pal, Leah, and then share the rest of the bunny with my hubby, who once hid plastic eggs with jelly beans all over the apartment to surprise me. Not only is he a keeper, he’s bona-fide. ;)

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