gee....... honey, how was your day........?

ok, so today i attended a smoking cessation training in frankfort.....so that i can assist pregnant women to quit smoking while pregnant, as well as to stay tobacco-free after delivering......and i drove our new health educator, who had never been to frankfort........she is about my age, also with 3 children, also living at the lake...albeit in another section entirely...her spouse runs....her children run crosscountry (she knew my middle child ran cc....and commented that she had seen him run at meets.....)....she is a reader.....she likes to drink wine.......she is from ohio.......so far, so good as far as potential workplace friends go.......the catch, because there is always a catch......was that the single thing i noticed when i pulled up to her stationwagon.....was the dubya sticker.........oy!.....not that this negates the potential, just limits the casual conversation......i have already marked off my list topics that i will not bring up......not that workplace relationships should matter this much to me......but i work with many, many people who i have absolutely nothing in common with.......and it is refreshing to discover someone with numerous overlaps.......we had a serious discussion about the annoyances of taking care of one's dock on a day-to-day basis.......heavens sakes.....i have never met anybody who understood the burdon that a dock is to one's daily routine.....lightening will strike, as i am the last person in my family to think of checking the dock after a rain storm........but i digress........one of the sections of today's session was about the pharmacological aids in quitting, like the gums, lozenges, sprays, patches, etc.......and the fact came up about how people using the patch often report having vivid dreams......wow.......my ears perked up, because i have really vivid dreams from time to time......and i take no medication upon which ti assign blame......but i was intrigued about the description given for vivid dreams..........hmmmm.....i am still wondering about my dream of last night...about the little boy giving me a digital camera storage card that contains pictures of my family........where did that come from?.......why would this boy, to whom i have never spoken.....be in my dream?.......i attached to photographs........and some of my photographic records are now digital........is my subconscious concerned that these photos are in danger for some reason?..........speaking of photographs, my new friend emily volunteers with the lake conservation league, and they make a fundraiser calender every year....using vintage lake photos........we have many from when my spouse's grandpa owned this house....then just a fishing cabin.......maybe i need to get her a few old photos of grandpa fishing ......maybe that will get this dream out of my head...........