Speaking of decoupage, I had a dream about Camp Mystic last night. There was a set of new cabins that were away from the main camp, out in the woods on a granite ledge overlooking a valley. I was miffed that those of us who were staying in them had to carry all of our things on this hike to get to them. The reason this is a "speaking of" is that Camp Mystic is the only place I have ever done decoupage. In an Arts & Crafts class. That was boring as hell. I couldn't wait for Archery and Horseback Riding.
I've been looking at pictures of the fires in Southern California. I feel so bad for the people affected--what they must be going through. As a little girl, some of my scariest nightmares involved fire, and trying to get away from it, or save my family and my pets.
By the way, my casually chosen entry name has reminded me of how much I enjoyed the movie 24 Hour Party People, about Tony Wilson and the Manchester music scene through the years. I didn't expect it to be as funny and frenetic and exciting as it was. The tagline, which I've just discovered on IMDb, is "Genius. Poet. Twat." And the director, Michael Winterbottom--what a body of work he's been churning out, virtually unnoticed! Welcome to Sarajevo, The Claim, 24 Hour Party People, and now In This World.
God I love the end of daylight savings. Not even eight, and I'm wide awake and rested. I'm still torn about going to work--I'd love to have this Friday off. What to do, what to do...