To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

The Bird and I are in Virginia where she had an interview at a school where I really want to go to she hopes to be accepted next year.  We almost missed our flight because of a family in the security line.  I'm not kidding.  Each one of them must have had to go through the metal detector at least 20 times.  And they left all their bags back at the counter and had to start all over.  You may or may not be surprised to know that I cussed under my breath.  And out loud.  It made everything so much better.

Birdy's interview went well, and she had a nice time with the admission folks.  I am really proud of her, and have made no secret the fact that my vicarious life revolves around a good deal of her own activities and accomplishments.

Now for the Mental Mama part:  One of the major mid-life issues I have had to face is adult-onset asthma.  It is horrid.  I started getting weekly shots last year, and will continue for another 4 years.

These shots have made a huge difference in my life already.  And I'm waiting for my doctor to determine that I'm allergic to my menopot, and find some way to eradicate that.  But that's another story.  One sad new problem is that I am basically allergic to all hotel rooms.  It is not pretty.  And sleeping away from my now pristine bed at home is almost impossible.  But last night, I was able to steal a little sleep, and I had the oddest dream.

I dreamt about tweezing.  That should really come as no surprise since a great deal of my waking hours are now spent in the searching and feeling for new razor-like wires little dainty hairs to tweeze.  But, here's the kicker:  I had an assistant to help tweeze me.  Gah.

I will be back in my own bed tonight.  God willing.