I haven’t been remembering my dreams lately, but recently I dreamed that I had checked out an audio tape from the library and when I opened the case, it didn’t have a cassette but was filled with money – several thousand dollars. Well, as Sophie, my piano mentor, used to say, “From your mouth to God’s ear.” What do the dream analysts say. Is it an omen?
My life as a contributor of Op Eds to the local paper appears to be over. They have printed a couple of short letters, but none of my pithy essays, that the former editor used about once a month. I was trying to start a political blog and bogged down in the process because doing so wasn’t that simple. Sue’s son (the Sue who didn’t make it to my house during Thanksgiving) said he would start it for me and when he didn’t and I e mailed him, he didn’t respond. So I am on my own again.
My bff is too busy to help – her husband’s sister died at 94. He is 91. The loss has so depressed him that Nadine is concentrating on him right now and not leaving the house much.
Also my replacement iPod from Apple isn’t syncing my Fresh Air podcasts and my music library disappeared. I’ll have to locate the CDs and start over. I plan to call Apple and maybe they can walk me through a solution. The woild’s agin’ me.
Did I mention my printer option disappeared from my print menu? Ed says he can reload the printer data, but it’s a process and he has to make time to do it. He did repair the toilet thingy and he did replace the seat in the main bathroom. Whenever he does a job requiring tools, I am the plumber’s “sou chef”. Always at the ready, that’s me.