Day: August 4, 2022

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It Feels Like The Day Before Christmas Eve

My nautical-themed wood Bow Tie o’ the Day is slightly symbolic of where my head is at today: I am hyper-focused on traveling somewhere. Why? Because my Maverick is currently being built. Finally. You can see from my screen shot when I officially ordered it back in November. I am almost ashamed to admit how many times I have picked up my phone to check on the truck’s progress since I got word yesterday morning about its impending birth. I am being serious: I have not been this giddy with excitement since I was able to marry my soulmate almost nine years ago. I can’t wait for Ford to put the little check marks in the “In Production” and “Built” circles. My brother-in-law, Kent, is skeptical about the truck actually being built after these many months of waiting. He says he’ll believe there’s a truck when he sees it. Through my sister, Mercedes/BT, Kent has asked me about the status of the alleged Maverick nearly weekly since I ordered it. His concern for me getting my truck order filled has earned him the first ride in the I-can’t-believe-it’s-still-unnamed vehicle. I, on the other hand, have no doubt the truck will be built soon and successfully, because last night Ford emailed me a copy of the truck’s sticker—complete with price. If it’s down to the money part of the vehicle-buying process, there will have to be a tangible product before I get out the crowbar to pry open my frugality-trained wallet. 💸

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My Dreams Are Not-So-Silent Movies

Even a slim, wood mustache Bow Tie o’ the Day cannot figure out what’s been occurring in my dreams for the past week. The first night it happened, I thought it was a fluke, but it has happened in my dreams every night since. And just what strange thing is it that’s going on in my dreams? Well, my dream-self seems to be as hard of hearing as I am in real life. If a character in my dream talks to me, I immediately pipe up with, “What?,” “Pardon?,” or, “Will you please repeat what you just said?” If you’re around me in my awake life, you can corroborate that I somewhat regularly ask for whatever is said to be repeated. I can hear, but I don’t always hear the clear edges of words anymore. My hearing aids definitely help with the situation, but they can’t solve the entirety of my hearing dysfunction. So I am now a person who annoyingly has to ask for other people to repeat themselves, sometimes repeatedly, until I figure out what it is they’ve just said to me. I annoy even myself by having to ask it. It’s bad enough that I have to do it in my awake life, but now I am consistently asking for people in my dreams to repeat themselves—which makes my dreams rather nightmarish with real-life tedium. I am wearing myself out in my dreams by simply trying to hear what’s being said by the characters that inhabit my dream-life. Now, that’s odd. Apparently, not only am I an eccentric girl when I’m awake, I even dream in eccentricities.