I am still in the doldrums. This is Keith's eighth day straight of work. All the days just form one long, indistinguishable blur.
Last night I dreamed that I adopted three children. In the dream, I was still in high school and many of the children that attended were orphans. I had wanted to adopt some for a while, but I had to wait until I had everything ready and in place, so that I could be sure the adoption would go through.
Finally I was sure and that morning at school, I could actually feel certain that those would be my children. The youngest was a little boy of about two. I remember the joy of being able to reach out and run my hand over his hair. I was amazed at how affectionate he was with me, given that I was a complete stranger to him. He stood on my lap and jumped up and down on his tip toes, looking around with happy eyes. I didn't want to wake up from that dream.
Keith just called and said a man is coming, cash in hand, to buy the Ranger. He's going to pay the lion's share now and pay off the rest in installments.
Thank God. I feel such a release of pressure. We can replace the money from savings and pay off half of what we paid for the tv with what we made.
I have "The Shining" on right now. I've never seen the movie all the way through, though I did stay at The Stanley, the hotel that inspired Stephen King to write the book. It's up at Estes Park, way up in the Rockies.
Anyway, sometimes I have to press the guide button to make the picture shrink, kind of similar to looking through one's fingers. Heh. It is definitely a scary movie. The sound track is brilliant. If it wasn't for the sound track, it'd just be a boring movie with lots of terrible prints in it; the hallway floor, for example.
