Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Happy New Year
I just had the most peculiar dream. I was driving somewhere in Middle America -- Kansas, maybe -- when I stopped in a small town to visit the Goodwill thrift shop. Everything was suffused with a sort of golden late-afternoon light, and I heard a familiar singing voice coming from the direction of the town library, so I followed it. There I discovered the Indigo Girls in the middle of a performance. "Wow, they're playing really small venues now," I thought. Belinda Carlisle saw me from the stage and said, "Hey Steve Reed!" And I gave her a thumbs-up sign so as not to interrupt the performance. My friend Kevin was there too, and we wound up walking back to his house, where he'd been having a party, and we began eating his leftover party food, like little sandwiches with cheese and cucumber.
And then I woke up, and realized that there's no earthly reason why Belinda Carlisle would know me -- and by the way, she's not one of the Indigo Girls.
I know there are people who think dreams mean something, but I don't think that particular dream has any meaning whatsoever.
We solved Olga's pink blanket crisis yesterday. Simone initially said she'd deliver it in the morning, but when I didn't hear from her by noon, I told her I'd come and get it. (She's only a 20-minute bus ride away.) She responded that her nephew would deliver it around 1:30. But then, at 1:30, she called and said she couldn't find a pink blanket -- the only one she had was more dark red. She sent me a picture, and it definitely was not Olga's blanket.
Oh, crap, I thought. They've lost the pink blanket.
This blanket is not just Olga's favorite. It came from my parents' house, and was also my favorite blanket as a child and teenager. So, yeah, sentimental value.
Fortunately, a few minutes later, Simone had tracked it down and her nephew (or some guy, at any rate) brought it to our door. I texted Simone this photo...
...with the caption, "Happy again!"
Simone texted back an eye-rolling emoji: 🙄
Anyway, as I've already said, next time the blanket stays home.
Hard to believe it's 2020 now. Dave and I did virtually nothing to mark the occasion of New Year's Eve. We watched a rerun of "Law & Order" and a new episode of the Netflix "Lost in Space" series, and finished up with the "Happy New Year" episode of "Absolutely Fabulous," which is one of my favorites. I went to bed at 10 p.m. I don't even have any resolutions to share with you. We are two wild and crazy guys, as they used to say on Saturday Night Live.
(Top photo: Houses on King's Road in Chelsea, on Monday.)