Saturday, 14 January 2017
Dream Time: A Woman's Work....
Anyhoo, I be muddling along quite happily when I do realise that it is almost suppertime and I have not yet started to make the dough for the meal. For some reason... fried onions seem to figure large too. I panic a little but start anyway, confident I will manage somehow. Then I wake up.
Not very profound, is it.
But I wonder... How many men have anxiety dreams about cooking? Do any men have such dreams?
Then maybe also... I do share Mrs D's anxiety that she has left it all too late to cook up some art. She draws and draws her cartoon frames of Syb and Her and Cats even. But there is always something else to draw, or record or edit.
Hmmm. Going to stop pontificating on dreaming life now, shape that dough... and turn it into something.