In my dream last night I was in a barn yard. There were many kinds of animals milling around, but what I remember looking at were the donkeys. As I prepared to leave the farm, a beautiful turkey approached. The bird was somehow able to hold up one of its feet, as a dog would, to shake hands. Its foot was soft, covered with fine white feathers. What a funny dream.
I wonder if it was inspired by one of Julia Child's cookbooks (which I've been reading and enjoying) or referred to the citizens of Washington DC: donkeys and turkeys. Probably both, yes?
Life in the "real" world is almost as surreal as the dream world. We are experiencing another non-winter in DC. Today and for the rest of this week, through the weekend we will see clear skies and temperatures around 60 F. If this was April, I would be so happy. Except it's January.
But I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not. Do you believe me?