Smells like hay
The next few days are going to be crazy. Tomorrow, I have to get up at 6:30 to be at the hospital by 7:30 for an upper GI x-ray. I haven't been able to eat or drink anything since about 7:30 today. After the hospital I'm running off to work to attempt to get six hours in but probably won't as I have to stop work at 2 and hop in the shower at Ruth's place and get ready for the wedding which is at 4. Afterward is a reception I imagine and James' dad bought everyone hotel rooms so no one would have to drive home, but I plan on driving home to let Kayla out for the night if not to sleep at my own place. Thursday I have to get up early enough to get to work by 8AM to meet the vet which is coming to do shots and geld the stallion pony. We decided he'll make a lot better hunter pony for some kid than a breeding stud, cute as he is. Sometime later I have to be there for the ferrier who is doing everyone's hooves. Sometime around 3:30PM I have to drive home to shower and meet with Dad to drive down to Charleston for David's graduation from the Navy Power School. His graduation is on Friday, and we're getting back on Friday. Saturday I plan on meeting Ruth either at the horse show to watch some driving classes or at the farm to do work. Or both. I need the money.
I'm so tired of my schedule at work getting skewed to pieces because of unexpected events or even life events. Thankfully my work can be that flexible, but I really need to start putting in 40 hour weeks to get some money together, pay bills, then save up some. I have to start looking for an apartment soon and that means deposits and first month's rent and apartment things as there's always something you don't have when you move. Ah, well. Life will work itself out. It always does.
I've had more dreams of flying, of visiting strange worlds. I went to one where there were humans, and I was one, but the dominant race was some sort of raptor-esque people who, though strong and terrifying, resorted to fighting their own battles with human armies and watching them fight from a distance and laughing, not really caring at all who won or lost. Before the dream was over, I had grown scales in various places on my body - trailing down my spine, over my shoulders, eyes, top of the arms, back of the legs... but I was no raptor. Before I could figure it out, I woke up. I murmured something about it to James and he laughed and accused me of being weird, but I didn't take much offense because of the way he said it.
I dreamt last night of being in a strange forgotten place in the mountains, tall mountains like in Canada or Alaska. It was snowing and I was walking up a dark path with someone who at one moment I thought was my brother, but it wasn't. I worried about the weather, if we could find or make our way back. He communicated to me it was not important. We came to a place nestled beneath two cliffs, a building or cave. It was dark and the people inside appeared and disappeared depending which way I looked. They cast spells of deception and charmed me into a room and into an uncomfortable chair where I believe I watched some film or went on some sort of trip. I was confused and didn't remember anything. I could see better when it was over, and in the chair next to me was a dead man, or woman, I couldn't tell as they had been dead for some time. They looked at me and we stared at each other for a long time. They had eyes still and they were undamaged. Without a word, he/she turned back to face forward and watch the film. I was confused but the rest of the dream was dark and obscure.
Guess that's it for now.
I'm so tired of my schedule at work getting skewed to pieces because of unexpected events or even life events. Thankfully my work can be that flexible, but I really need to start putting in 40 hour weeks to get some money together, pay bills, then save up some. I have to start looking for an apartment soon and that means deposits and first month's rent and apartment things as there's always something you don't have when you move. Ah, well. Life will work itself out. It always does.
I've had more dreams of flying, of visiting strange worlds. I went to one where there were humans, and I was one, but the dominant race was some sort of raptor-esque people who, though strong and terrifying, resorted to fighting their own battles with human armies and watching them fight from a distance and laughing, not really caring at all who won or lost. Before the dream was over, I had grown scales in various places on my body - trailing down my spine, over my shoulders, eyes, top of the arms, back of the legs... but I was no raptor. Before I could figure it out, I woke up. I murmured something about it to James and he laughed and accused me of being weird, but I didn't take much offense because of the way he said it.
I dreamt last night of being in a strange forgotten place in the mountains, tall mountains like in Canada or Alaska. It was snowing and I was walking up a dark path with someone who at one moment I thought was my brother, but it wasn't. I worried about the weather, if we could find or make our way back. He communicated to me it was not important. We came to a place nestled beneath two cliffs, a building or cave. It was dark and the people inside appeared and disappeared depending which way I looked. They cast spells of deception and charmed me into a room and into an uncomfortable chair where I believe I watched some film or went on some sort of trip. I was confused and didn't remember anything. I could see better when it was over, and in the chair next to me was a dead man, or woman, I couldn't tell as they had been dead for some time. They looked at me and we stared at each other for a long time. They had eyes still and they were undamaged. Without a word, he/she turned back to face forward and watch the film. I was confused but the rest of the dream was dark and obscure.
Guess that's it for now.