This morning I dreamed I was in an
institute class. I was about 30 years younger
and single. Many of the students in my
class were elderly women. We were challenged
to display something that would remind of us the lesson. I had five posters and
selfishly planned on hanging all five and would not share them. (I think I
probably missed the point of the lesson)
When the class ended I had gone into
the hall and toward the door that would lead me out to the parking lot. I was digging through my purse in order to
find my keys. As I was not coming up
with them, I decided to sit down and rummage through my purse believing it
would be easier to go through. Rather
than a college or equivalent building, the seat I had chosen next to entrance/exit doors looked more like a lobby you would find in a hospital.
As I was looking through my purse a
number of guys appeared to ask me why I hadn’t been to class. Evidently I had signed myself up for two
classes that overlapped in time. Both
were on Thursdays though I thought the class with the young guys in it was
taught on Tuesday. I can’t even
remember what course it was but felt more challenged somehow and so decided to
drop the institute class. It was a
really weird dream.
I continued to sleep until Alexa woke
me up and then I got up and got dressed.
I am usually still in my pajamas when I take Jenna and her friend out to
the farm. I took the Saturn this morning as it appears the fan belt has broken
in the Impala. I’m not a mechanic
or anything. I just know it has stopped
working and it is far too hot to drive with just having windows down.
I don’t normally stay with Jenna and her
friends to help them pick berries – though I have on occasion stayed an hour
to help pick before I wear myself out and return home. Evelyn (the boss) asked if I would pick
berries in the evening to help fill an order due on Wednesday. It is too hot to do evenings this week and so
I will work 5 hours for the next three mornings. Or so was the plan.
There were the three girls who were
picking circles around me. I would
donate my pathetic contribution to their buckets. They said they had picked 65 pounds. Normally they pick 60 among them so perhaps I
had picked at least four pounds myself. Since
I have always left before other people come, I did not know the amount of
pickers in the field was unusually high.
We were all picking in the same patch which must mean Evelyn had
recruited several others to help fill the order.
My back, of course, was bothering
me. I just can’t bend or
squat like I used to. Jenna sits on the
ground, but I refuse to do that in fear I will never be able to get back up. Initially I had planned on staying until
11 but the girls were getting restless and asked if they could go home with me
and asked if I could leave at 10:00.
As I was driving home I felt so
sleepy. It had been overcast all morning
– not a cooling
overcast either. It has been hot and
humid. I was in great need of a shower
and was also hungry. When we pulled up,
Jenna noticed the front porch had been removed and sitting on the front yard in
pieces. Roland had hired a man named
Levi to build us a new porch complete with awning as our old porch seems
rickety and unstable.
Jenna told me to shower while she ate
and then she would shower. Thus I took
my shower first. Ate some leftovers and
started this entry. My plan was to take
my nap once I had posted this to my blog. Only Roland came in before I had
finished. I was needed in the kitchen
apparently, but after a while he told me to go to bed.
Even with all the noise Levi has made
with the buzzsaw and hammer I was able to sleep for just over two hours. I feel better than I had when we had left the
farm. The sun has made an appearance and
the humidity has gone down. I had to go
outside to retrieve my camera so that all of the memory doesn’t get lost in
the heat. It feels pretty gross out there.
I am so grateful to have central air again.
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