This week's RevGalBlogPals Friday Five asks, what are you:
Wearing? (Ever get a phone call like this?) Right at this moment I am wearing L.L. Bean khakis, L.L. Bean suede heeled clogs, a woolen turtleneck shell and a black/brown/tan argyle sweater. Because spring in Michigan doesn't mean a whole lot -- from day to day we have either extended winter or 80 degrees. I don't pack away my cold-weather clothes until June (and as I recall, last year I had to go back for them anyway). For the past few days it's been damp and chilly, so I am dressing accordingly.
Pondering? Let's see...I am pondering whether to drive to Bay City today via the freeway (I hate freeways), or via what is for me the less stress-inducing "scenic route" through Tri-Cities farm country. I am pondering my old vehicle's current leakage ailments, whether I put too much coolant in my car, and how much the latest trip to the mechanic is going to cost next week. I am pondering today's relay trip with FT's sister to pick her up in Ann Arbor, transfer to my car and then drive her back home. I am pondering the latest episode of what started out as a fairly mundane work project jobbed out to a usually reliable area printer that has been one headache, and one unacceptable proof, after another -- it's like the cat that came back, over and over and over again. I am pondering my need for a haircut.
Reading? At this moment I am reading my collected mail of the past couple of days, including an overdue notice for a safe deposit box (oops!). As far as real reading, I am still slowly going through Margaret Guenther's A Place in the World: A Rule of Life For the Rest of Us. It's a great book, and not a slow-goer; I just haven't had a lot of opportunity for recreational reading lately.
Dreaming? I'm going to interpret this literally. I had an interesting dream right before I woke up. I was in college, again, and trying to enroll in a series of classes -- even though I didn't know what my major was, or how many credits I needed to graduate, or how I'd gotten back to school, or where I was living, or how I was going to pay for the semester. (I have this dream, by the way, quite frequently.) Anyway, in the midst of my confused Sturm und Drang in the building where enrollment was going on, it suddenly occurred to me: You've already graduated. You don't need any more classes. So I left, and was taking a leisurely walk up one of the main thoroughfares of my old alma mater, noting all the changes on the campus and in the surrounding neighborhood, when I awoke. I actually think this dream means something significant other than eating spicy Italian food too late in the evening...but I can't quite put my finger on it.
Eating? I am ashamed to say that this morning my breakfast consisted of orange juice; a couple of mouthfuls of leftover spaghetti sauce; and, just a few minutes ago here at my desk, a Take 5 candy bar. A foodie gone bad.