beautiful day

It's another beautiful practically spring day in Boone and of course I will be working inside for eight hours running around for old ladies who need "...ALL OF YOUR TRIBAL SALE JEANS IN SIZE 12" immediately. This job just reminds me how nice people are to things and money but not other people. However, every once in a while a little old lady calls me sweet or adorable or "so cute" and I kind of like that in the sort of way a kitten probably likes attention. Whatevs. I don't think I get my clothing allowance until the store owner gets back from Florida, which sucks because I AM GOING TO GET THE MOST BADASS GENUINE LEATHER MOTORCYCLE JACKET FOR FUCKING FREE, MUTHAFUCKAS. Even if I have to wear the same pants+top every day to work. It feels like butter, y'all. Paula Deen would bake it into a heart attack.

Dan and I have taught ourselves the coptic stitch and have made a few books. Super fun times. I like hanging out and making things with him in his studio. This is the first time in a really long time where I have dated someone who has the same interests, actually encourages me to pursue those interests as if I were good at things, and pursues said interests with me for fun. (I've dated a lot of lame-o jerkfaces, though.) Pretty much Dan makes even the most mundane activities fun, and I completely adore him in a completely disgusting sort of way. This is where we all vom. *VOM*

ANYWAY. Lots of weird dreams, again. Night before last I dreamed my stepdad was retiring from the navy (which he did, like, 10 years ago). We were standing in the hallway of the house in Jacksonville, and my stepsister gave him a GIANT box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses. I felt like a jackass because I didn't get him anything. Then he set the box down, sort of fell over and grabbed his side/left arm because he was having a heart attack. I leaned down and touched his back to be like "WTF?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" and he pushed my hand away.

Two nights before that I had a dream where he was taking me and some other possible dream sibling down the parkway. We drove, then got out to walk, and the parkway turned into this absolutely stunning ocean cover surrounded by huge, green, steep mountains (sort of like a Norwegian fjord but meeting the ocean). We started walking out into the water, which was incredibly clear. It was warm. I don't know if the water rose or if we just walked out farther, but suddenly it was up to his chest and I scrambled onto a rock to sit. Then he told me to come on because it was time to leave, and I remember looking down at my feet and how it would be impossible to get down without the barnacles and shells cutting into my feet.