Really strange dream
This morning, I woke up to a dream in which Mr. Corning was teaching a line of people (who were lined up at one of the streetcar stops you find on Spadina around College) how to tie a balloon.
Mr. Corning was a good friend of my grandfather's and was also one of my more memorable teachers. He taught Geography, like Grandpa (and with Grandpa, actually). I really don't associate him with balloons. It's all very odd.
On the up side, I discovered that I don't seem to bruise as easily as I did when I was a teenager. I dropped a chunk of wood on my foot last night, and other than the contusion that occurred at that time, there's no mark.
And now to start my day.
Mr. Corning was a good friend of my grandfather's and was also one of my more memorable teachers. He taught Geography, like Grandpa (and with Grandpa, actually). I really don't associate him with balloons. It's all very odd.
On the up side, I discovered that I don't seem to bruise as easily as I did when I was a teenager. I dropped a chunk of wood on my foot last night, and other than the contusion that occurred at that time, there's no mark.
And now to start my day.