Dream of Spring

Unusual for me to have such a colorful dream.  I'll  just  mention how it ended.

Got in a little sportscar driven by a woman so large I barely squeezed into passenger seat, seemed to be Cranford, we were going to local record store ..The Ritz..(not real) for something important...turned my head & saw a very tall dogwood in full bloom - biggest dogfwood I ever seen.  & it was as if showers & wind had just passed through there spead out before was a magnificent spring, down to a single hopping robin. I remarked on this to the driver - yesterday a few trees showing green, & today... "

What followed was a very different afternoon from the ones I'm accustomed to.  I'd made an "I'll be there unless you call" voice mail appointment for "after two" with the intake counselor at Bridgeway House. I was running late. Misplaced my keys, which is rare for me (usually just forget to pocket them when I leave) - still haven't located them. Decided to risk leaving apt door unlocked, tenants frequently use the outside doors.  Caught train, went to Elizabeth, walked up Morris Ave. to the Center, about a mile, an entertaining stretch of street. Signed in, found the counselor -

a Marian the Librarian type (take off those glasses & let down the hair) who knew my name but tried have me make an appointment for next week. Monday? Wednesday? Thursday?  I must have kept making goofy faces. Ah, then she recalled me from my previous time there, nearly four years ago, & said Ok she'd see me tomorrow Friday if I filled out the basic intake app at home, began explaining it to me, yellow highlighting this & that like I was one of their many dazed & confused clients - then she suddenly realized I'd been referred from Trinitas Outpatient & all my info had been faxed over.  "Never mind this," she said, "Just come in tomorrow & spend the day with us. Thanks for being patient & taking the initiative." I signed out & headed back for train. While picking up a coffee & DD's, I discovered I'd lost or misplaced my sunglasses, which I've had far too long anyway. Barely made the 3:35 train but caught it, rode back to Rahway for free. Biked  up to St. Georges market for some eggs & tomahtoes, lost one of my magic stretch gloves - I got through a bitter January with just those.  Stopped by Drug Store  to pick up Ambien, a mild sleep aid & the only prescription I get from them now - (Dr. G gives me Welbutran XL samples, which insurance won't approve). An attractive woman working there there noted this.  Yeah, I'm off Zoloft, stopped it on my own when I got out hospital, I said.  Just made me more depressed as it turned out.  Her son recently went on it & has become lethargic & complacent, "I don't like his personality."   Yup, I said, I had a most agreeable exterior demeanor if, but if I'd been on Zoloft I wouldn't even have left the apt today, without my keys,  but I somehow forged ahead, didn't consider not doing the one thing I'd scheduled.  (friendly lady, bit taller than I, always chats about son's emotional problems, never mentions a husband, tho she wears what looks like a wedding band). My last stop was the Dollar Store, for a new pair of Magic Gloves.  

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