While I was away housesitting, two boxes arrived for me at my house. They were wedged in the door.
My half-sister J sent me a Valentine's gift. Chocolates and some very fragrant tea that I can't wait to try. Also, a funny card that made me smile. Another thing that makes me smile is that J recycles shoeboxes as mailing boxes (green points to J, definitely), but still uses lovely wrapping paper, ribbons and tissue paper, etc. So you get this drab box taped with clear postal tape which looks like it should contain something boring--years and years of canceled checks?--and then you open it to find gifts nestled in pretty pink and fuchsia tissue paper or a gift wrapped in lovely thick wrapping paper with a beautiful bow. It's so fun. It's like a tangible example of that old saying "Don't judge a book by its cover."
It was a two-box day! Jo in Utah sent me a care package, including a book that I've already started reading. I'll be making lentil and barley soup this week, thanks to Jo. I wish I could send her some. If I do say so myself I've turned into a soup queen. My last soup--lentils from Jo, onions from Angel Ministries, and chili powder from my cupboard--was killer.
Thank you to my sister and to Jo.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
two boxes
dreams: coleslaw, etc.
Tossed and turned last night. Woke up several times thinking that someone was trying to come in the bedroom window. Once, I reassured myself that if anyone had actually stepped near my townhouse Matilda the Bichon would have been barking her tight white curls off. Reassured, I fell back to sleep only to wake up with a start a few minutes later when I remembered that Matilda is one of the dogs I dogsat for last week--and she's in her home miles away from mine.
And then I dreamed about moving to Weston, CT to live with Christopher Plummer. I plotted, replotted and replotted a route there on Google Maps that would allow me to bypass Chicago and that awful gridlock. Rockford, IL to South Bend, IN?
And then I dreamed about Three Dog Blog's Boscoe who walks up the stairs backwards. Matilda the Bichon was there at the bottom of the stairs and kept barking and barking at him until I gave her a bowl of coleslaw.
And then I dreamed about coleslaw. Creamy without being drippy. In a bright red ceramic bowl. I was enjoying it and my half-sister J said to me that she'd read that potential employers lurk on blogs in order to spy on applicants and enjoying coleslaw is a big red flag to them. And then I was crying.
And then K the owner of the three Shih Tzu was at my front door and she said "Hop in my car. We've got to get to Battle Creek dog park fast. They're giving away communications manager jobs."
And then I woke up.
