You know how it is that hair doesn't seem to grow steadily? One day it's neat or smooth, whichever area we're talking about, and then next it's unbearably shaggy? I'm thinking hair on the head or bearded chin or, in this case, eyebrows. Yesterday - well, they're not exactly groomed but at least they arch more or less where I want them to - they were okay in the morning, but when I went to bed, they suddenly seemed to have bristled.
Except they haven't. I've looked in the mirror this morning and they're fine. That means I must have been dreaming again - and the extra clue is that I don't look in the mirror before going to bed. At least it wasn't a nightmare this time, but I've no idea what's going on in my subconscious mind. The night before, there was something that I think really happened, but now I'm doubting, maybe I dreamed that too - I'm cracking up, darlings, it's the heat - at night, at least, until today. I've changed to the summer duvet at last.
At least it's not as a result of being too busy, because I'm winding down for the summer. Things are getting ticked off lists, events happen and not much is going in the diary for the next few weeks - well, the week after next is busy but even that is largely social, domestic and pleasure. I still tend to keep to school summer holidays and aim to relax in August - and am very fortunate to be able to do that, of course.
And then I wrote a whole lot about schools but I've deleted it, you'll be glad to find. I'm here to waffle cheerfully, it's the Z way.
What I'll tell you instead is that I'm jolly glad you didn't eat all the cake at the weekend. Thanks to Madeleine and Liz leaving the leftovers behind, we've been rather well fed at teatime this week. There's not much left of either of them now. Nor of anything else, except the ham. That's still going strong, but I'll slice it up later and freeze it for later, we can't eat it all yet.
Except they haven't. I've looked in the mirror this morning and they're fine. That means I must have been dreaming again - and the extra clue is that I don't look in the mirror before going to bed. At least it wasn't a nightmare this time, but I've no idea what's going on in my subconscious mind. The night before, there was something that I think really happened, but now I'm doubting, maybe I dreamed that too - I'm cracking up, darlings, it's the heat - at night, at least, until today. I've changed to the summer duvet at last.
At least it's not as a result of being too busy, because I'm winding down for the summer. Things are getting ticked off lists, events happen and not much is going in the diary for the next few weeks - well, the week after next is busy but even that is largely social, domestic and pleasure. I still tend to keep to school summer holidays and aim to relax in August - and am very fortunate to be able to do that, of course.
And then I wrote a whole lot about schools but I've deleted it, you'll be glad to find. I'm here to waffle cheerfully, it's the Z way.
What I'll tell you instead is that I'm jolly glad you didn't eat all the cake at the weekend. Thanks to Madeleine and Liz leaving the leftovers behind, we've been rather well fed at teatime this week. There's not much left of either of them now. Nor of anything else, except the ham. That's still going strong, but I'll slice it up later and freeze it for later, we can't eat it all yet.
10 comments:
Hey Z! The subconscious mind is a tricky thing. My memory of the weekend is, as you say, of pleasantly-arch eyebrows; I think it's too short a time for you to go all Mrs. Hyde on us. And dammit, I should have taken a hammy doggy bag! Indigo x
I LOVE the photo of you with Ben.
I must remember that next year, to provide doggy bags! Just had more leftovers for supper.
I've been trying to make it smaller, Martina, but this is the smallest it seems to go!
Hah. Worked it out. Not via Blogger, though.
"Z's lap-dog"
Nah, 'Ben's cushion'!
Oh no! You've made a fair point.
Well, that's one dream I've never had - suddenly sprouting eyebrows. I've dreamt a few times that all my teeth were falling out. I was relieved to find it was just a dream.
And what a gorgeous dog!
I remember a dream where my whiskers were coming out in clumps, and when I decided to shave I'd forgotten how. It was something of a relief, when checking them in the mirror the following morning, to find they were intact.
Hello, Z.
Your exquisite work leads my impression.
The passion for the art. It is universal.
Thank you visit to my garden.
The prayer for all peace.
Have a good weekend. From Japan, friday night ruma❃
Erk, no, I've never had that dream, Nick. Nor had it happen in real life.
I'm worried about reaching the day when i do have bristles on my chin, Mike!
You have a lovely website, Ruma, thank you for visiting in return.
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