Latvia July 21, 2006, Part 1

Dreaming

We came home last evening around 6 and I took a cold shower as I had promised Ivars. I fell asleep before I could fulfill the rest of my promise - that I would read in the playground. I slept for eleven hours (I'm tired, you see, "because I don't eat meat"). I dreamt that my former rowing coach, Hartsuff, prevented my arrest or somesuch in an enormous, thousand-acre grass field of rolling hills where T-1000 and I were conspiring for something. A few dreams later, I was rowing in a canal in fall and wrapped myself in a floating dock. I was thrashing around and Gregg Hartsuff, who was all over my dreams, explained to our coxswain (Megan) on land that what I was doing was the correct way to dock.

Storytime:

Imants asked Liga how she had gotten the money to pay for a replacement ring for one they had lost. (Not sure it was a ring.) Well, the way she did it was by stepping in for her friend at a modeling photoshoot for a calendar in Germany in 1952. Her friend had gotten nervous, so she escorted her, but when they got to the shoot, they wanted Liga instead. I put together from several stories today that she was quite beautiful. It explains why she keeps telling me to check out the beautiful Latvian women... she ran with the pretty crowd.