A news program showing an unusual bird as viewed from a airplane. Looks like the Screaming Eagle of cliche, at first. Then as the lens zooms in, it changed form. Well, no, the form becomes more clear. The face changes to first Sherman and then Mr.,Peabody of Fractured Fairy Tale fame, before going back to being a bird -- a seagull to be exact.
The news anchor goes on and on about a common gull looking like a legendary eagle, and asks viewers what they think of the story/transformation.
So I start writing on a sleeping Rex about seeing Sherman and Mr. Peabody, but try as I might, I can't get the complete thought written on his body. When I finally do try to snap a picture I don't like how messy it is and decide not to submit it. Because it's too long and too messy.
Rex agrees.
Am in a store/mall/somewhere, talking to someone about the difficulties in finding a place. A young woman at the customer service counter -- a customer -- finishes her discussion with another customer and leaves. The other customer is Phyllis Walls. She sees me, says hello, and then starts telling me about Faith, the young woman who just left her, and how the other people she was rooming with (I got the impression of college students, but couldn't say why.) had all up and decided to move out on her.
The house she was living in was a somehow deluxe version of our Decatur house, transported to wherever-we-were. With a grand staircase curving into the foyer.
Tammy and I went to see about taking the place of the vanishing roommates and there met a woman with a dark haired little girl who seemed to be moving in but turned out was really working on moving out. I said something about how pretty the girl was.
I could have a room downstairs and Tammy's family could have two rooms upstairs if they were willing to pay for two rooms and kitchen and living rooms were common areas. I tried to start a discussion about house rules, especially for the kitchen. but never succeeded.
The news anchor goes on and on about a common gull looking like a legendary eagle, and asks viewers what they think of the story/transformation.
So I start writing on a sleeping Rex about seeing Sherman and Mr. Peabody, but try as I might, I can't get the complete thought written on his body. When I finally do try to snap a picture I don't like how messy it is and decide not to submit it. Because it's too long and too messy.
Rex agrees.
Am in a store/mall/somewhere, talking to someone about the difficulties in finding a place. A young woman at the customer service counter -- a customer -- finishes her discussion with another customer and leaves. The other customer is Phyllis Walls. She sees me, says hello, and then starts telling me about Faith, the young woman who just left her, and how the other people she was rooming with (I got the impression of college students, but couldn't say why.) had all up and decided to move out on her.
The house she was living in was a somehow deluxe version of our Decatur house, transported to wherever-we-were. With a grand staircase curving into the foyer.
Tammy and I went to see about taking the place of the vanishing roommates and there met a woman with a dark haired little girl who seemed to be moving in but turned out was really working on moving out. I said something about how pretty the girl was.
I could have a room downstairs and Tammy's family could have two rooms upstairs if they were willing to pay for two rooms and kitchen and living rooms were common areas. I tried to start a discussion about house rules, especially for the kitchen. but never succeeded.
