Another Dream Resucitation

 I need to write down the dream as I recall it, or else wisps of what's remembered keep intruding on my thoughts. It's been a long time since  a dream has had a nightmare quality, so here it is----Begone!

I had to drive to a  place to get a paper of some sort signed. I was familiar with the location, had driven there many times before, assuming this drive would be as easy and comfortable as before. But the traffic was horrendous, one woman in a white car cutting me off by being in the wrong lane and almost colliding with my car. I felt a sense of dread, mixed with terror, thinking I could not get through the traffic safely. 

I arrived at my destination and entered the building, or rather a complex, searching to find my way to the right office. I saw Dave sitting at one of the public computer stations. He had arrived there separately,  was wearing a yellow shirt, and looked a lot like Danny. He directed me to where I wanted to go. I tried to present my paper to the woman in charge, who was sitting against the wall at a  table outside the office. But she needed some more information or something. Dave arrived, still in that yellow shirt, and tried to help. It struck me that in his interaction with the woman there were absolutely no words exchanged between them, not a single syllable. But it seemed to have gotten the desired effect. 

 I was ready to go home, paper problem resolved, but I had trouble finding the way out of the winding routes of the complex. I spotted the exit area and felt a great sense of relief. There was an interior door leading to the exterior exit door. As I approached the door, a man was apparently ready to exit but he held the door for me and motioned me to leave. It troubled me though that he wanted me to go out the door before he did. The man was ordinary looking at first sight, though everything about him was a shade of gray. His hair, even his beard in the current scruffy style, was gray and the  well-coiffed hair on his head a silvery gray, though he appeared to be a youngish to middle-aged man, dressed in a well-tailored gray business suit. 

  His mannerisms and body language that insisted that I leave just ahead of him concerned me so I stepped back and went looking for Dave to help me. The man followed me to where Dave was still sitting. Maybe I expected Dave to say something, but instead he drew out a huge sharp knife and flourished it at the man, who retreated but not without shouting out his anger and threats of revenge. 

As I was trying to steel myself to leave and drive home, I came upon the man, this time walking with , and supporting, a crying woman. He was still angry, and threatening. I was filled with terror, but before I even got to leave the building, I heard a loud "Clunk" and I woke up in my own bed.

Cantankerous

 Might be age related or maybe it's the drugs, but I don't get angry any more, have not had a verbal dispute or argument in years, don't even flip off tailgaters, not even when I'm driving the speed limit and the yahoos insist the legal rate is 10 miles over the posted speed limit. 

  I know privacy is important and appreciate attempts by companies to preserve mine. But enough is enough. Today I got a call from Walgreen's. I usually don't answer, because all they can tell me is that my prescriptions are ready, or will be next week. But today I picked up their incoming call, and a human voice asked if I were the person being called. I said yes. She asked me for my DOB, which I admit to numerous times for almost every interaction. I asked her why she was calling, and she said she couldn't tell me until I gave her my DOB.  Would that be my privacy that's being protected or theirs?  I said no thanks, I'll go to the store in person.

"Remembrance of Things Past"

     It must be because summer is ending and fall is in the air. Every time  I walk past the pot of geraniums on the deck, the smell takes me back to my grandmother, and the distinctive odor of the geraniums in the little flower garden outside her kitchen window, where she always sat in her chair by the kitchen table. Of course, the geraniums were only seasonal, but it must have been my first association with them and now every time I see them, I think of Nanny in her house on the hill.  

  Another memory from the past:  Yesterday I did some laundry and as I was folding my  well-worn and dingy

dish towels, I had a vivid memory of my shopping days with Joanne C.  She and her husband had frequent weekend or longer house guests. She loved her house and housekeeping, and it seemed every time we went shopping, often at Boscov's, and she was expecting company, she would delight in picking  out new sets of tea towels, as she called them. 

Ah, memories, what are they good for...

 

Acquired Wisdom

  From  all the knowledge I've amassed over these many years, I offer this advice:  If  you are taking a multiple choice test, and you have absolutely no idea as to what the correct answer could possibly be, and the  answer choices are A, B, C, D, choose B or C.  

Do the math

 3+3 =6+8=14+3=17+2=19

All in a day's---fill in the blank:

 Today on my way into Troy, an approaching car flashed its headlights. I figured maybe it had hit a bump, but sure enough, a  short distance down the road, a cop car was lying in wait. I didn't know drivers warned other that way any more. And at the Frear Park entrance, 2 more police cars were parked side by side, perhaps just chatting, but it's been a while since I've noticed any at all. 

  The critical mass at Hoosick and 15th Street was not evident today enroute to my destination, but some accomplished driver screwed things up on my homeward route. As previously noted, impatient drivers do not want to wait on 15th when they have the green light where it crosses Hoosick. Usually when I'm crossing Hoosick to the hospital. Today, when I was heading home, I had the green light out of the city, with no problem. But the yahoo wanting to turn right onto Hoosick had crossed over into the left unobstructed lane, and attempted to get onto Hoosick by going around the cars obediently waiting. So now his vehicle is stuck half in both lanes, and his car in no man's land. He shoulda waited.

And I notice the management at SnS Plaza finally paved over the most controversial potholes in the parking lot, Same time as school parking lot, probably same company.

Customer Care---Bah!

 Received this letter last week from Main Street America Insurance, of which I've been  a customer for 20 years ( after the Lohnes brothers retired.).  The present agency is The Murray Brothers, referred by Dorothy.   

The letter encourages working "proactively" with local agent to explore options. It is true that my policy will be honored until it expires in November, but when I called my present agency, about possible options, I was informed that they will review my policy in October, so nothing until then.

If I were the sensitive sort, I would feel rather insulted. But of course business is business, and I can always  take mine elsewhere.    So there!