I'm in an airport (commercial)... the area where passengers are dropped off isn't curbside, really, vehicles pull right into the building through a corridor. It's dark and there are glass sliding doors that open and close around the vehicles. I think there is a parking garage on the far side of one of the sets of doors - The dark is punctuated by the kind of lights that you typically see in parking garages.
DH is driving a minivan. There is a group of us that have been staying at an old farmhouse and he and someone else are getting us all back to the airport. I get this load of stuff unloaded and realize I left my purse back at the house. I start to tell him he needs to make sure to get my purse in the second trip and then JB says that she has it. I turn around and she's sitting in the center section of a minivan - the seats are out and she's sitting among the luggage. I can see her through the open sliding door. I'm surprised because I didn't know she was there. I expected the next van wouldn't get here for some time yet.
I flash back to the farmhouse - somehow I know we're in Florida but it's not particularly hot or anything - and I'm putting some sort of dessert - (a pie or something but it's shaped like a cheesecake) into a cupboard.
There was another one after that but I didn't it write it down thinking I'd remember it - ha!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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:) Don't allow yourself to fool yourself into thinking you'll remember anything. I've lost a lot of details that way, and it's frustrating as all get out.
Aren't cheesecakes and pies both round?
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