Last week, in jest I wrote a lovely little tale of woe. The week went on and a bunch of stuff that happened that left me asking was it a bad week? As I describe this week, please, keep in mind that it’s been so hard that I can honestly say that I don’t know about this one.
A Solitary Case of the Mondays
My week started off with an amazing idea. Dreamily, I thought that I would head to my favorite restaurant for a beer tasting and pick up my wine club offers while I was there. I love multi-tasking and this seemed like a brilliant idea. I arrived, was seated, had some great food and the pairings were worth the trip.
However; I suffered a disappointment when it came to picking up my wine while I was there. I was told that it wasn’t, that my name had been crossed off the list, and that I should call back Wednesday. With a sad look on my face, I slowly wandered over to the bus stop and worried. “What could have happened to my order? what trouble am I going to have to face in a couple of days? WHY OH WHY do I have to pick up the phone?” I forced my thoughts to return to the delicious food that we had. The pairings we so well matched. They went with Bells brewing company, who is the first company to make a second appearance at a BKC beer tasting. We all had the fortunate meeting of a very rare brew that is unique to the BKC.
As I reminisced on that fact, the bus drove by – and almost didn’t stop. I stood there, waving; jumping up and down a little . . . he came to a screeching halt a ways from the stop. I ran up and into the bus where I heard a familiar voice with a familiar statement, “you should take your cell phone out or something . Maybe jump up and down a little more so that I can see you standing there.”
Ah. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. He almost missed me.
I cannot recall if it’s the time of year; but I feel like it must be. I have been having the most terrible dreams. People from the past creep inside them. Sometimes they’re deceased loved ones that I miss terribly. We hang out, talk, argue, have dinner, relive some of our past experiences. Then there are other people that visit. The ones that are a part of a life I left long ago. They taunt, tease, but sometimes they’re quite nice. It’s as though, leaving them might’ve been a mistake. I try to wake up from these dreams when I do, I cannot. My entire body refuses to move. I can’t scream, I can’t yell, I cannot even scratch my nose. At some point, I regain consciousness to the outside world and I feel/hear a dog jump on my bed. I do not own a dog.
I scream and, once again, there’s no sound. I kick my foot in the general direction of the dog. “Get off the bed, asshole!” Suddenly, I feel the other side of the bed weigh down and there’s a feeling like there’s someone laying behind me. I whimper. I try to sit up and cannot move. So I practice screaming.
At one point, I succeeded at hearing my own voice this week. I always wakeup with a pillow behind where I thought someone else was laying. Alas, I cannot sleep without the pillow.
What happened Tuesday/Thursday?
After such a haunted dream, I reached out to learn that resolutions to these hauntings involve a sort of home cleansing. However;; these dreams and phenomenon have traveled with me across the country. And so I find that I cannot recall Tuesday or Thursday. Perhaps they were good days.
Wednesday, I learned that I would have to return to the BKC for my wine club order. They’re ready on first Thursdays.
In an attempt to resolve the blues, I decided to check out the Milwaukee Ale House on my way to pick up some greens for Ke. They have spinach artichoke dip on the menu, which brightened my mood quite until I bit a carrot and caught myself chewing on my tooth. Not their fault. The food was good. . . I just broke my tooth.
When I headed down to the farm stand, there was no stand. I have since learned, that the Wednesday stand is over. The good news is, I was out anyway and I still had plenty of rabbit food.
The week has been full of PC issues. Video calls freezing, audio disappearing, and constantly killing an app. My boss explained that we all need to take a vacation. Quite literally, we haven’t taken enough time off as a team. Which we’re turning into a good thing.
As of Wednesday, was it a bad week? I know I wasn’t happy.
Looking Better Saturday
Saturday started with a lovely trip back to the BKC for brunch and to pick up my wine. Would you look at that? I still got to do a little multi-tasking.
I had a tube of white paint that wouldn’t open and three canvases that needed to be painted over so I decided to cut the tube open and am doing a little exploration on them. As they lie drying after the first-ish coat, I’m smiling with a sense of accomplishment. The experience did not go as I have been imagining for the past six weeks. There were some expectations, half dreams, that I thought I wanted to meet, but when it came time to work with the canvas – my soul took a different direction. It’ll be a little while before I can take it further, but I have a sense of pride in taking those first few steps.
I finished my night off with a nice bit of wine and P.F. Change’s Dan Dan Noodles. I’m glad to say that they make a delicious meal. I’ll be certain to keep a bag in my freezer from now on.
Upon reflection, was it really a bad week? All I know is that I’m looking forward to this week. May we all have a great one.