Dream colors

I slept well enough last night, but my dreams were odd. Wait, let me explain, this time I think I know where they came from: last night, I was playing around with photo editors, tweaking colors, not to fix things but just to amuse myself (such as giving myself lime-green hair). Needless to say, I didn't save these creations, but it was fun.

In my dreams, I could change the colors of things, just by touching them and concentrating on them. I wore an orange plaid flannel shirt, and someone took my pictures in it a lot. I got to keep it, but I didn't really like the orange-brown color scheme, so I turned it to pale and dark blues - replacing color by color, of course. At this point I seemed to be at my parents' house, because I accidentally lightened their door, turning it from a deep wood color to a diseased orange. I put it back.

I'm missing all the connectors that explain how I went from part to part of the dream (if they even existed, and it wasn't just sudden-transition; who knows?). But then I was in some sort of fantasy realm, and a princess was loaning me some of her jewelry. She had it labelled according to value, and I only got the cheapest; I looked at the values on the more expensive stuff, but not the stuff itself. The cheap stuff was not unlike the beads I love to make stuff with - imagine that - including some rounded balls of fake (or real, perhaps, but I doubt it) amber.

I took a few, already planning to make them look like something else.

And then we were travelling - where or why I don't remember, but it was urgent.

And then I woke up.

Yay! Mother.

*grins* I saw mother for lunch today. She stopped by at about 11 and we went to Quackers (the restaurant with the Pair-a-Dux pub - I'm sure you wanted to know that, right?). It was a nice lunch; and I got to hear about Mom's experience with the Telemarketers From Hell. Basically, she got a recorded phone message (more than once) from these people wanting to help her with her (perfectly fine) credit. When she called their 800 number to be asked to put on their do-not-call list, they said they could not do that unless she gave them her name and address....

And they persisted in saying this. Mom started calling the FCC with questions and has a complaint form on the way. As she put it, if they call one more time, she's filling out the complaint form. Good for her!

We headed up to Bi-Mart to see if they had the pet carrier she wanted, but they didn't; her local store is having a sale on them, so presumably they'll have them. She has a mama cat with kittens less than a month old...and the mama cat is cautiously (at best) domesticated and has an abscess on her cheek. Not a terrible one; my mom's been able to keep it drained with gentle care; but all the same. So, probably time for a vet visit. Regardless, they always try to have a pet carrier, because they do have cats that live outdoors; and the old one is somewhat damaged.

Then we were coming back and I was describing to Mom how I can, making only right turns, also take the most efficient path from my house to the library to Bi-Mart and home...and I realized, the bead shop is now on that route.

And it was between us and my place. So I suggested we stop in so Mom could see all the pretty stuff. She doesn't bead, but she seems to enjoy the fact that I do; and she liked it. She enjoyed looking at the stuff in cases, and looking over the beads. After a thorough look around, we left without buying anything, and she dropped me off at home.

I had a great deal of fun. I love my mother; I love the fact that we get along so well, and talk so much. She said they think they're not moving to Ireland, but that if they manage their money right, they'll be able to visit for a month each year. That's not bad at all.

Humor from dad's email....

My dad and I exchange emails each week describing the week before - we keep notes during the week for this purpose. He is a very humorous writer and has an eye for the funny things in life. Some things in his email from last week (as I reread it):


1.

On the way home, I came up behind a rather beat-up pickup. It had a couple of fairly large chain saws in the back. Along with a bumper sticker in its rear window that read "Earth First!" Ok, this is a little strange: an Earth First logger. I can think of stranger combinations, but I really have to work at it. Then he stopped at a light and I came up behind him and got to read the entire bumper sticker:

Earth First!

We can log the other planets later.

I would think he would want to be careful where he parks that pickup. :-)


2.

Looking at some network tools, I ran across a package called "Ethereal" which is a packet sniffer program. But the headline on their web page really caught my eye:
"Sniffing the glue that holds the Internet together"



Just wanted to share those...I thought they were cute...I love getting my dad's emails.