My neighborhood growing up

My neighborhood growing up
19th Street, Port Townsend

Saturday, November 21, 2015

It's Early

For some reason (I'm blaming it on the dark skies and cold weather) I've been very tired all week long.  Went to bed at 7:50 last night and I was out like a light.  Course I woke up at 10.  I stayed put, though, and managed to sleep until 5 a.m. when I horrible dream made me decide I wasn't going back to sleep.

I've had dreams similar to this in the past but man, it went on and on this time.  I was in Vegas (or perhaps it was Reno?) and I think I was with Mary G. and Doris R.  We were staying at a motel called San Anselmo, which was similar to a name in a crossword puzzle I had been doing earlier. We left our room and headed to the airport.  This particular airport kept trying to be a ferry terminal that I've been at before but mostly it stayed an airport.

At some point I realized I didn't have my second bag and that had my airport ticket in it. I left my friends to head back to the casino/hotel to retrieve my bag.  This search (on foot) for my hotel took me all over town.  I was running like a bat out of hell too!  Very agile and fast, hopping over brick walls, running down steps, and meeting all kinds of people in the process.  I was asking them all..  am I close to San Anselmo?  Finally, I locate the place and while the bag they try to give me isn't mine, I object and they locate the right one. I dig out the tickets, leave the bag, and take off running (again on foot) to the airport.

This time my travels take me all over town as I constantly ask people "am I on the right road to the airport?"  I never am.  I end up in a large blue tunnel, in various neighborhoods, on the beach, and at one point in the harbor, a huge Navy destroyer pulls in to port which hundreds of soldiers onboard. Then a jet plane overhead does a loop to loop through yellow clouds and everyone is alarmed that it's going to crash.  This was just one of many obstacles in my way to the airport.

How Reno or Vegas could have a beach or why I didn't take a cab is beyond me. Because it was a dream, I suppose, and you never do the sensible thing in dreams.  I eventually got to the airport but my plane had left. I think I must have woke up then.  Felt like I'd been through the ringer!  Ha Ha

So here I am at 6:30. Sitting here with a cup of coffee and thinking about working my crossword puzzle on Yahoo.  Going to take off for Port Townsend later this morning. Think I'll let it warm up some just in case the roads are a little icy.  The roofs next door don't seem to be as white looking as they did yesterday, though, so maybe it didn't get as cold last night.

Just looked over the tv lineup for tomorrow and I see golf is back on. I'll be working in the sewing room watching that and then the Seahawks game.  Going to Jenni's on Thursday and driving her to the Bainbridge ferry on Monday for another doctor appt. she has with the neurologist.  Maggie (the dog) is coming to stay with me on Tuesday and Wednesday, as well. Maybe even through the weekend.

Here's a picture of CAKE eating supper....




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