Well Hallelujah, the President celebrated the 5000th Point
of Light with the George Bush we all love. And it was Open press.
No way the former President was going to allow this opportunity to help
those points of light go unnoticed and uncovered – by the media. So good for him and good for them
both. The picture they release is
not so good, but at least you can see more than the White House photo if you
want. Tomorrow there is a press briefing with Jay Carney, big
whoop, and the President is being interviewed by a Hispanic TV show – I wonder
if they’ll let the anchor in with his crew. Needless to say, no one else will be there. We’re just
sayin'…. Staff.
Two things:
First I am lighting 2 yahrzeit candles tonight, (also it’s a Jewish
holiday called Tish’a Bav – which I always thought was a make –up holiday), so
thanks for all the advice and suggestions. Only this morning David asked if it was my mom who said, “I
once asked my children if they had a happy childhood” in the documentary. Yes it was, but she never asked us if we were happy. It was just assumed we were happy
unless we were obnoxious in school. David got stung by two hornets
tonight, so we asked mom and dad
to bless our antihistamine. My brother lit candles this morning, so
we have the day pretty much covered.
Second, and having nothing to do with anything… it is always disturbing when I remember
my dreams. And lately that’s what
has been happening. Last night was
a doozey.
Perry Mason and Della Street were living together. It was
before anyone knew Perry was gay.
Tipper Gore was visiting Barbara Stanwick and she died. Everyone went to the funeral, which was
somewhere out West in the 1800’s. I was invited and I went but somehow I found
myself with three joints, which since I don’t smoke, I was going to use to
trade for transportation. All of a sudden, I was at a party and the police came and raided it, but the dogs were happy to be with
people and didn’t find the
joints. Someone at the party said
he would drive me to the airport
in my rental car, (I have no idea where I was going) but it didn’t matter
since he dropped me in the
middle of nowhere and took the dope and the car. So I started to walk in high heels (which I can
neither walk nor balance in.) I had to get to the SF airport so somehow found a
cab, which broke down and I started walking again, across some bridge. It was
then that I got on a bus (I guess it picked me up on the side of the
road). I was carrying three suitcases. They dropped me off at United Airlines,
and I raced in carrying the luggage. It was well overweight, but the plane was
about to leave and I had to run down three flights of stairs, having been able
to skip paying the excess charge.
But on the stairwell a guy tried to rob me and I started to scream—and I
woke up… Still screaming, David tells me.
I won’t even get into last night, although it involved cooking and
shooting. But it was not as
memorable.
With that said, I understand dreams are a reflection of your
inner thoughts and your fears. If
so, then I am clearly afraid of the wild west and carrying my own luggage. We’re just sayin’… Iris
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