I was home, doing nothing, when the girls showed up. Previously, we had discussed that our next get-together could be at my house, once I got it cleaned. But no, I wasn't expecting them. And I had no food in the house. We had talked about getting pizza from Marpe's, because several people had claimed it was the best around, though not one of us has ever tried it. So pizza at my house, and I thought I would make a broccoli salad. But that was months ago, and months away, if ever to happen.
But they came into my house, 3 of my former classmates. I remembered the pizza proposition, so told them I would go get it. I started asking their choice of toppings, but then several more cars pulled into my driveway and other class members came into the house, just about all the girls in my senior class. Off to get pizza, I said: I was sure my car would be blocked in by their vehicles, but no, someone, Marilyn probably, had moved it to the very edge of the driveway.
I stopped first at SnS, but they had no broccoli, so I decided to go to the store near the pizza place. It was quite a country-chic shop, where the shelves looked a lot like those in Bill Ryan's meat market. Unfortunately, they had no broccoli either, but the very friendly manager who was also the owner said to look at the other greens in his store. He had only a limited amount , and they were placed in decorative fashion on the shelves, in glass vases---lettuce, kale, arugula---the most lush and healthy looking salad makings I had ever seen. He was very proud of them and as he showed them to me, he told me had named them. That was the end of the dream.
As each night is now broken into .two portions, I went back to bed and to sleep. I dreamed again, a complicated dream about my being in church with no pants on. Enough said.
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