A Ski Lift to my Dirty House

Last night I talked with my friend Kathy who has been out of a job for several months. I guess I had this on the brain.

In this dream, Kathy came to visit. I was working at Sutherland, and she came to see me at work. I was angry that she wouldn’t apply for the jobs there. I wasn’t working hard- I was reading a magazine at my desk. As we left, it turned into the kids’ school and I realized open house was that night. I started to turn around but the kids wanted to leave and it was almost over anyway. I asked what the difference was between open house and meet the teacher (which was the following week) and they didn’t know. We did not go. On the way home we were talking  about what to  eat for dinner and Kathy wanted chicken.

Michael was traveling and not there. We lived in a strange place- it was connected to stone mountain. There were cement floors and the new was a ski lift that went right by our house. Dylan had gone on a trip with the color guard. I was wondering if they would wear their uniforms, and I started to text him to tell him I wanted to take his picture when he was on the ski lift but about that time he arrived. (It was going down not up). Dylan was climbing over people and changing seats, and I freaked out because it was not safe. Then two people jumped off the ski lift and threw up on the floor of our house. I went into a long hallway to get the garden hose and clean it, and I realized how dirty the floor was and that it all needed to be cleaned anyway. I started to leave the hose out and realized that I needed to put it away properly. I started to blame Michael for how messy everything was, but then I remembered how messy I was before we got married and realized I was worse and was the one who had changed my standards.

We started cooking dinner. Earlier I had started making tomato soup in the oven and had left it in there turned off. I turned the oven back on but spilled it. Kathy opened the oven door and cleaned it up but said she couldn’t get to the shelf. I opened this handy little slide out door under the main oven door and slid just the shelf out. It was neat. The oven looked very old fashioned.

We were discussing what vegetables to eat and Kathy pulled out a bag of fresh produce from a farmers market I had never heard of but Dylan had.

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