thursday
Sebby took his first flying lesson yesterday. Dave took him over to the New Castle airport and got this picture of the instructor and Sebby standing in front of their plane before take off. I guess this flight school has at least two other instructors giving lessons. I wonder if Sebby will get the same instructor each time. Sebby's pretty excited about going back and is hoping to get a couple lessons each week. Next time I'll take him over for the lesson and get a chance to check it out.
Getting colder. Only 63F in the house this morning. That was it for me. I finally turned the thermostat up.
Couldn't sleep last night from about 2:30 till 4. I started crocheting on the ogee throw again (joining the strips of ogees where I left off in June) so I did that while watching a little bit of Midnight Mass and then back to my old favorite, Grey's Anatomy. I liked Midnight Mass but I was jonesing for G.A. - haven't had time to watch it for a while.
The last dream I had this morning was one where I was a student in college and the school was huge and had very convoluted corridors. It had many places where you "can't get there from here". I just wanted to get to the dining room but had no idea where I even was to get started going in the direction of the dining room. I was with a little green person who had a hollow head. She had some pot and had rolled 2 joints. I was smoking one and she was smoking the other. We were in a classroom and would alternately smoke and then offer it to other students in the seats around us. The floor was very littered with vegetation and when the joint got too small to hold I dropped it in with the other green stuff. I wanted to find it again but it had turned into a tiny frilly fern so I picked that up and saved it instead. Dream over. Another one of these dreams that I really don't understand. Though I do know it is about learning lessons - dreams about getting lost in school always are. Maybe it was about my day with Berdella and Jan yesterday. Jan drove her car and we searched for an old cemetery where some of Berdella's relatives from the 1770's were buried. At first we couldn't find the cemetery. Berdella had a feeling she knew where it was from visiting it a long time ago so we had an idea. We stopped and asked a lady who was getting her mail and she gave us directions. But the directions didn't make sense when we tried to follow them. They took us farther away from where we wanted to be we came to find out later. I ended up getting my phone out and then google maps took us to the wrong place, and then another wrong place and another wrong place. We finally gave up and had lunch. On the way back we drove on other road past the original area we were in and there it was. I can see how that would generate a dream about being lost but I don't get the little green person or the pot smoking. We weren't smoking pot. :-) I feel like socially I made some mistakes on the trip - maybe I'm the little green person with an empty head who acts like they are "high"?
Oh well.