These letters were originally exchanged on January 26, 2007.
Dear Daddio.... sheesh, I got my days messed up! At least I know today is FRIDAY! Woo hoo... I'm ready for it, too.
Nice and sunny day.... but boy, the weird dream I had last night!
I dreamed I was in my wonderful car and we were in the process of buying a new house with a wonderful huge kitchen! (I guess we must have decided not to bother upgrading this house!) I had lots of running around to do, plus was working with a client who was waiting for me at a store to make her purchase. I had the important file that had all the specs and details of our order. I was running behind and tried a short cut, through a freight yard, stupid rail tracks all over the place and lots of ice and snow. Every way I tried turned out to be a dead end or blocked by a train or large truck. I was getting later and later! Then I saw a building, like a garage, open with doors on both sides so you could drive right through! I could see the street on the other side of it, so I went to drive through. Instead, there was a huge water filled hole in there, and my car started sinking nose first through ice and water, but I managed to get just in the nick of time. My important file, my purse, my cell phone, EVERYTHING sank down into the black depths of the icy water. I woke up, grateful to be up and OUT of that horrible dream!
And you talk about YOUR weird dreams? Hah... guess I get them too... wonder where I got that! From YOU~!
Yes, I don't know what to make with all those garbage drums by our neighbor's house. No, I don't think they are Polish! Ha ha ha... but I know they don't have a lot of money.
I remember Mom's dress from pictures. Sheer at the neckline and beautiful lace bodice and sleeves, lace edging. It would be fun to see the real thing.
This morning I have an appointment with a former L Brandy's client, now MY client. We shall see how that goes. She's not easy, but she's always busy so she keeps things short and sweet. She's very nice, but always frazzled. She and her husband build homes in Hinsdale, after tearing down little old homes. They have a few businesses, but that's the one she's involved in. She's my age but she acts and dresses and looks much older for some reason. Or maybe it's just that I don't act my age... h aha ha ha ha....
Have a lovely, sunny day, Daddio.... behave yourself!
Love, Dottie
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Dear Dottie When is a dream not a dream < WHEN YOU WAKE UP ha ha , that was a good one, mine are usually where i am working , or at a factory, then i wonder why I am so tired when i get up ha ha .
Bob broke part of his dentures, the prongs , will have to take them in to be fixed , it never stops , yesterday he knocked the sliding doors off the track , spent an hour fixing it , tore the bracket right off the door. it was so hard to repair because of all the clothes hanging and you have to get inside to fix it , anyway its done.
Joanne called i have some Chicken dumping soup for you, boy am i spoiled , she gave me two meals yesterday, i count my blessings , you count your Calories ha ha .
Anyway it's a raw South west wind blowingm but it's supposed to get warmer . Today , forty years ago was the big snow storm, let see i was Forty six , so young ha ha , working overtime when we got done at nine that night , the five o 'clock Bunch was still trying to get out of the parking lot, My car was snowed in on three sides except the back , forced my self into the car and backed it out on to a bare wind blowen spot , cleaned it off and drove down cicero ave like a drunk , cars stalled all over the place, some how got the car home , parked it across the street from our house and there it sat for a week before we could move it , every one was walking, buses were tied up in traffic , the bus driver would stop at a tavern or a gas station so the people could use the wash rooms , he would wait for them , how about that for service, ah , what Memories.
Anyway it's a bright sunny day , have to get my soup , enjoy the week end pleasant dreams , i want to see you Smile
Love dad
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