so many bloggable themes, so little time.....

ok, so the bare slate backons.....and i could commit to cyberspace my thoughts on the plamegate indictment......or the cold weather.....or the last cross country meet of the season...or the woman in oregon who won the lottery with a ticket paid for by a stolen credit card....(ooops).....but i shall focus on my dreams last night......my frustrating dreams......which took place in a house similar to the one my aunt and unlce in cleveland used to own...only this was on a hill....and they had their r.v. parked under a tree....with a refrigerator positioned outside the r.v. door......filled with bottled not canned soft drinks...that were all warm because the refrigerator was not workable......and when i went in search of my uncle to tell him that the pop was warm because the fridge wasn't working, i couldn't find shoes that fit.....for this must have a been a task that required footgear......and there was a pile of shoes...mostly sandals....in the bedroom i was using......and each pair was so big as to be clownish.....or with heels too tall......and i kept asking aloud where my sandals were (meaning certainly my black merrills...)and where did these other sandals come from..and why was i wanting to wear sandals anyway, as the waether has turned so cold....and all the while i was thirsty because the soft drinks were too warm to consume.....and at some point there were church people present......and my aunt was explaining that i wouldn't be going to services because i couldn't find shoes .....except the aunt who said this was my dad's oldest sister who lives in fremont, not cleveland.....and heaven knows how she got involved in this dream.......heaven knows how any of these disjointed elements get tied together in a dream.......warm pepsi in glass bottles....hmmm......i have really tried to avoid soft drinks all together of late.....no good for the teeth or the waistline.....and the caffeine does me no favors.....and bottles?......where does one buy those these days......what this dream really needed was some authentic drama.....like somebody in the minute mart purchasing the lottery ticket with a stolen credit card while i am buying a really cold beverage.......now that would have been interesting, only that we wouldn't have known it was winning, nor that the credit card was stolen....but in dreams anything is possible........lots of ways that one could have gone......and maybe an indictment or two could have fancied things up a bit.....maybe my aunt from fremont has a great-nephew on the other side of the family who works at the justice department.....and he knows who leaked the fact that wilson's wife was c.i.a......and he was hiding out in the r.v. in cleveland.......that doesn't make sense, but dreams never make sense....i just like the witness-hiding-out-in-the-r.v.-with-warm-pop.......plot line.........ah well.....must get moving....have to get cayle to the cross country bus on time........