Dreams

Hard to wake up today, I was having a strange mix of dreams. First I was in a car, trying to get away from fire and rioting; next I had convinced 433 to let me work in his new store, which was a mix between some kind of specialty craft store and Ax-Man. It was a store basically built for people who read either Craft or Make, or both, and had electronics supplies and small project circuit boards as well as other hardware and art and craft supplies. Like, if a store-eating monster went on a binge and ate up Ax-Man and Ambles and Dick Blick and Crafty Planet or Bobby Bead and then threw up, you'd have the store that was in my dream. They had a class schedule and volunteer hours of some kind. It was really pretty cool, too bad I'm not less fuzzy on the details. I'd like to shop there.

Good company and conversation last night. It reinforced that I really should make more effort to see people that I miss, instead of sitting around and getting into pockets of melancholy about the fact that I don't. It is time for a sensor session, and maybe a Wednesday dinner. I am busy, but something regular, maybe once or twice a month, would do a great deal for me feeling connected to people again, I think.

Oh, well.

I found out that I didn't get the grant I applied for. I'm not terribly surprised and I'm not upset. It would have been cool, but it was still a long shot. So, now I get to institute a much less grandiose Plan B, and that's okay too.