The day didn't start out like that. I had a dream which was so wild that I can't believe my brain could even conjure such a scenario and yet, it would seem that it could.
And no, I am not going to discuss the dream. I'm still not really ready to admit to myself that I had it but I'm sort of proud that I did.
But after that, wow. Boring, boring, boring.
Yard work, garden work. Take trash. Check mail. Get a bill and an invitation to buy funeral expense insurance. Finish listening to what I thought was the third book in the Outlander series but which was actually the fourth. Download the fifth. Sew button eyes on Monkey Man. Realize one is higher than the other. Shrug shoulders and think, oh well. Watch part of an episode of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Wonder why in the world this show is so fascinating to me. Decide it's like a car wreck that you can't help but slow down and gawk at. All of these women are freaks. Just pure freaks, and if that's what rich women in Beverly Hills really look like and really do with their time, it's more bizarre and unbelievable to me than the dream I had.
Look at this woman!
She is so skinny that her legs look like twigs. If there was a tree in my yard as skinny as one of her legs I would easily be able to take my shovel to it and pull it out. I think if I actually saw her in real life, like on the street, I would be frightened.
And what gives me the right to criticize the way she looks?
She's on TV, that's what gives me the right. Also, she doesn't look like that by accident.
Or by nature, either.
She meant to do that.
She meant to do that.
So. That is how boring I am- I am discussing The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
Just got a call about someone I know who had a life-altering event happen to her last night.
And not in a good way.
You know what? My boring day suddenly seems absolutely wonderful and charming and fantastic. Hey! The chickens flew over the garden fence when I was weeding and they were so cute, pecking at the lettuce! And it's almost time to plant the peas and I have that area all cleared and ready to go! And I cleaned the toilets! And I get free books to listen to on my phone from the library! And I have delicious left-overs to fix for supper! And on and on and on and on.
And best of all...this.
That precious baby and his precious mama.
That will never get boring to me and thank god I will never have to live in Beverly Hills.