Screwball Days

This has been a seriously screwball day. It started with a horrible nightmare that woke me up at 5 a.m. The weird thing is that I woke with rain starting to fall and knowing instantly that I had to make a mad dash out to the deck where I left a plastic storage container with a whole pile of clothing in it. It had air holes in it so i knew, just knew it would get wet. Anyway I digress... rain.... clothes on deck.... yes it was 5 a.m. when I awoke with a start. I bee lined it for the deck and got the clothes in before it rained hard and headed back to bed. That's when I realized that I had just cut someone's head off in my dream and it had bounced across the floor in front of me.... blood, death and gore abounded.... needless to say that I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon.....

I headed for the computer and promptly forgot that I had turned on the kettle on my way along.... we now have a black kettle that Hubby thinks needs to be replaced.... me oh my, I'm burning far too much these days....

By this time there was a little light in the sky. I tapped away at the computer drinking my tea that I had to prepare in a pot. As I sat there working, up came the sun which started with the reddest sky I have ever seen. The pictures from two days ago can't even touch this red sky. I had left my camera in the truck and it was steadily raining by now or I would have gotten a picture.... I know you're wondering how can we have a red sky and rain at the same time. That is what's so weird! The rain was fairly localized off to the west, obviously, while in the east the sky was still clear.

As the sun came over the horizon the sky changed from red to an even more weird colour or, in this case, set of colours. By this time the clouds with the rain were moving ever closer to the eastern horizon and yet there was no cloud low on the horizon.... so picture this... the sky is red, and then not so red, and then ever so slightly the sun rises over the horizon and there is a small band about two fingers above the horizon where there is no cloud that turns pure gold... I mean wedding band gold not golden coloured but shiny sparkly gold... and above that is the oncoming clouds which are a vivid purple. That's when the trees turned bright orange. I've never seen anything so spectacular. If I could immerse myself in colour all I would have had to do is walk out in the garden. It lasted about two and a half minutes and then everything turned a mundane grey. Then the wind came up and the rain came down in a torrential downpour only it was horizontal too, and all the gold medallion leaves started to tumble across the ground like thousands of mini tumbleweeds. Let me tell you it was too cool!

The day continued in this weird manner. I had to go to a meeting today in FSJ. But before I did, I got an email to go pick up Hubby at a JCR campout...... now! So I quickly got dressed and headed off with Daughter #1 as we would stop along the way to feed Dreamer, the new horse. When I got to the campout site a half hour drive from our home, I discovered that our Patrol leader was having chest pains and was headed off to the hospital and that there had been a mistake... no they weren't canceling the rest of the campout as there were enough chaperones to cover the loss of our leader and that I hadn't needed to drive all that way after all, as Hubby wouldn't be coming home till later in the afternoon. I was thankful that hubby hadn't been hurt or worse.

We went back to town and fed Dreamer at her boarding place and headed for home. By this time the sun was baking again. The skies were brilliant and beautiful. I gathered my gear and the girls and I headed for FSJ. We had ice-cream for lunch at DQ (a serious treat) and then on to my meeting. I was wearing a light sweater and a tank top underneath. I was not cold when I left HH. FSJ proved to be a different story. The building where we hold our meetings is old and cold and before long I began to quake with the cold and by the time we finished the meeting the temperature outside was considerably colder. Brrr!

I now remember that we live in the North and jackets are required clothing any time after the middle of September no matter what the day begins like.... I forget this rule every year and need to relearn it all the time.... I will have to live in the North 50 years before this will actually sink in... and only maybe then.

It was on the way home that we had a creepy thing happen. We got stalked. Yes stalked. We were driving down the highway and this jeep came up behind us out of nowhere. It slowed right down to the speed I was doing and kept pace with us far closer to me than i cared for. Now I love to drive the highway between here and FSJ this time of the year because the colours of the trees are outstanding. I usually drive at about 85 km (on a 90 km road) and enjoy the eagles and the beautiful colours. Besides I wanted to eat my lunch... I mean it was 4:30 p.m. and I was hungry, having only had an ice-cream for lunch. So I slowed down even more in an effort to get the jeep to pass me. He didn't. Argh! I hate creepy drivers that stick too closely to your bum. That is what this creepy jeep driver did.... for over 40 km. I did everything outside of pull over to shake the weirdo. Finally, after slowing way down a number of times and touching my break to let them know I wanted them off my tail and as many tricks as I could think about to encourage them to pass, I did pull over... now if you have ever been stalked pulling over is not the wisest thing to do. But I did. Finally numbnuts passed me and I gave him the finger as he passed.... he sped off down the road and I carried on my way with the two girls discussing the freaky driver. We did notice that the jeep had Alberta plates. (I won't make any derogatory remarks about Albertan drivers thinking they are still on the prairie... ok.)

We are driving along about a mile and half down the road when we come around a turn and freaky driver up ahead is pulling in on the shoulder of the road.... ok we're really freaked now. We are getting closer wondering what is going to happen when out gets the driver.

She had to be 70 I'm thinking, and her husband who was trading the passenger seat for the driver's seat was a sweet looking bent old man. OMG I gave these old (bad but sweet looking) drivers the finger. (sigh) I drove past hoping they wouldn't realize that I was the same lady who had just given them the finger.

Yep this day couldn't get screwier I'm thinking. So far, the rest is fairly standard except we went for supper and there was a fly stuck to the honey bottle the waitress gave me for my tea. Oh and I just found a dead fly floating in my glass of lemonade.... I hate flies. Arrgh!

So I'm hoping that no more dreams tonight will screw me up for tomorrow. I think I'll go to bed. I just want a nice normal night of snoring with no bouncing heads in my dreams.