Woke up thinking I need to post something about that experience. Hours later (it is my new habit to wake about 5ish) (it is my new habit to get out of bed around 8ish) I only remember telling myself not to be so worked up over the little things.
I dreamed that Bridget and I found a large trach can full of brand new items being discarded. Tennis shoes, new underwear, clothing. I put it all in a huge bag and dragged it down the street to a bus stop then stopped B from trying to examine it during the ride. A yelling match was the out come and a rebuke from me to keep her voice down,. Everyone in the bus staring at us.
Actually, this week had a multitude of highs. G. went to the auction with me on Tuesday. That was fun. I have never been to an auction with a partner except my Mom. It was a bit distracting, but all in all a lot of fun to share with someone your passion. G is s lot more gregarious than I am. She met people, had a lot of conversations and made a few friends.
I, on the other hand, noted all the regulars and the newbies. The Cowgirl, the Braids, the Greaser, the cute couple, the Throw Mama from the Train.
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