I recently brought along a cold 12 pack of soda while visiting one of you Grasshoppers. I asked my Grandson what I should do to keep the soda cold. His answer was “I believe they call it a refrigerator”. Imagine that. A Grandson with a smart answer.
Our house was struck by lightning almost two weeks ago. We are down to getting a new door bell and a new motion sensing light for outside the garage. It is in the hands of an electrician who refuses to commit to a specific date.
I know most people wouldn’t think twice about oversleeping but I never, never over sleep. This morning I missed my normal wake up time by almost an hour. Now my whole day is out of sync. It changes my breakfast, my exercise program and anything else I have planned. Damn.
Strangest of all was I had a dream. I dreamt I was attending a wedding and I was sitting in a pew near the back of the church. An usher said “they were ready for me in the vestibule. I was escourted through the back of the church and it dawned on my that I was the Groom at my own wedding. In the vestibule I was fitted with a tux with a white top. I was told that after the service, a special little band would lead our wedding caravan down the street. I had to go across the street to a church office to sign some papers first. On the way across the street, I passed a welding shop. I need to use the rest room so I hustled into the shop and handed my white tux jacket to a guy with dirty hands. Upon leaving I noticed that my jacket was cluttered with spots of oil and dirt. My next recollection is I was headed back to the church and I was sure I would get sh– about my dirty tux. The organized wedding musical band was marching to the church and it ran into a formally organized City parade that happened to be coming down the street. The bands collided and there was total chaos. I found myself apologizing for the screw-up to the band leaders. Then I woke up. I have no idea whether I made it back to the church. I have no idea if I ever got married. I have no idea if the “bride-to-be” would marry a guy with a dirty jacket? A psycho analyst would have a ball with the dream.
Getting zapped with a smart-ass comment from a grandson was strange. A stray electrical strike damaging our house was strange. The dream was strange. Sleeping late was strange. I can hardly wait for the next strange thing. Maybe I’ll win the lottery.
Love,
Dad