A couple of days ago I had a very vivid dream. I dreamt I found some coins on the front steps of my house. One coin in particular caught my attention because it was unusually big, almost the size of the palm of my hand, yet it had that unmistakable look of money.
My son is picking me up in the suburbs tomorrow to take me back to the city. On the way back, we’re going to go shoe shopping. He really needs new shoes. He’s off, not back to school until Friday (don’t ask me… they’re between semesters but the first day back is on a Friday) so I said to him “if not now, when?”.
This has been my mantra since I turned 50 which was about a two dozen years ago. (Four years, if you want to know the truth, but it feels longer.)
For the remaining few months I remain here at WordPress.com I will blog like I used to; with storytelling.
To read about my first mishap that day, check out at the gas pump story.
After my latte at Starbucks I browsed Indigo, the huge book store probably resembling a Barnes and Noble, and sat down at one of the tables. It was empty, which was a surprise; all the tables in the coffee shop were taken but no one was reading in the bookshop?