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RE: Market Friday goes to Quincy Market of Boston
Well, that is true. Everything feels further when your health is compromised. You will have plenty of time once you move closer and it will make it even better that there is no guilt in going as she will have her daughter and family! Bonus!
I know I took more photos than what I was looking at, but, that only means I need to go back again. You know how that hurts. LOL I hope you find yours but I have no trouble believing that you have thousands more to choose from!
Have a great afternoon!
Yes that is so true things will be so different without work getting in the way lol
I really am intrigued about these photos I will look again but I have all my photos in Lightroom and are very good at adding keywords when I import them
I suspect it was a dream because when I search for the dragon sculpture I swear I saw one day I cannot find any reference to it so either it was a vivid dream it I am loosing my marbles both are equally plausible
And any excuse t revisit a place one likes is a good excuse in my opinion
Isn't that funny? I have dreamed so vividly I cannot tell the difference, only that I know that it wouldn't happen.
How weird. And spooky. When I finally lose my marbles, it won't matter anymore, it will all seem like a reality. LOL
Any excuse to revisit is always a good excuse! Yes! That!
That’s how some of my dreams are so vivid they seem so real which is OK when there a bit off the wall and you know they can’t be real
It’s the almost normal ones that confuse the heck out of me
Yes!!! That is so true! I made myself get up and make a note to myself in the kitchen - so that I could tell if it was a dream. Who is that crazy?
well I am crazy, and I have done that I used to keep a notepad by my bed for years and if I woke up from a dream I would jot down notes when I remembered it
But then I stopped it as sometimes I would wake up with crazy notes about mathematical formulas and Other weird things, that I would look up, some of these were back when Google wasn't a thing like it is now and find them in Books of complex math theory that I am not even sure I ever studied
and one other time I woke to a story that I guess I had written, about 40 Pages of writing and I could make out a lot of the wors but a lot of the writing I couldn't even make out, it seemed to be some sort of drama about modern day pirates, and according to my ex, she got up and saw me writing but when she asked I just said something crazy about why was she in my private villa, and to leave
So Bizarre, I knew I sleep walked and made sandwiches in a sleep state that I never ate or maybe one bite, but not write books lOL
PS when we used to have bread in the house only a year or two ago I still made sandwiches in the night
So yes I am crazy