red square

ok, so in my dreams last evening......my middle child calls me 'from a little cafe off of red square'...because he was feeling celebratory.......but i am also in red square...on a telephone with a cord.....that i must continually adjust and move aside for passersby, which includes a woman in a babashka.......which is where the story gets curious....as dreams always do....the woman is carrying a single boot......why?...where is the other boot?......that si when the dog started in an unusually minimalistic round of crying.....at the time i mamaged to grap my body out of the bed he had given up, and gone back to bed himself......i had to wake him up to let him outside......speaking of dragging out of bed.......we are on the last legs of the walk project...in the front yard....which begs the question....should i go ahead and do some brickwork in back because i have the time to do so?.......at least in front fo the fishpond.....and while i am at it....i could go ahead and replace the fishpond pump......fishpond is nto accurate, in that there are no fish....but there are also no lilies, and so i cannot call it a lilypond......there are some frogs......but frogpond doesn't sound quite as quaint......if it rains, all bets are off.....i'll just crawl back into bed in hopes of answers to the burning boot questions.......