I know we all dream, but I seldom remember my dreams.
So you can imagine my surprise this morning when I recalled bits and pieces of a detailed dream I had: I was at the ranch with Ree, the Pioneer Woman. I don't know what all we did, but I know she and I were taking pictures, and it was snowing like crazy, and we were riding around on a farm wagon. Cliff was there someplace, and so was Marlboro man; for some reason, the men didn't have much to say. I was just so amazed that I was spending time with Ree, and I woke up quite happy.
Now, on the the next strange thing: I woke up sometime in the night with a picture in my mind of a metal table with pullout leaves like many I recall seeing in my childhood. I tried my best to remember who in my memory had such a table, and never did come up with a certain answer. Perhaps my sister, in the early years of her marriage? Maybe even my parents? I don't think it was my grandma; I'm pretty sure her kitchen table was wooden, painted white.
I described the table to Cliff awhile ago, and he remembered that kind of enamel kitchen table I was describing. In fact, his bachelor-Uncle, George, had one in his one-room cabin.
Now you readers are really going to think I've lost it: I want one of those tables! I want to get rid of the rather expensive wooden monstrosity in the middle of my kitchen that takes up half the floor space and replace it with something that simple, something made in the 1920's or 30's.
Of course, these mental meanderings led me to Ebay. Yes, I found one. It needs the wooden frame refinished, but it's in surprisingly good shape otherwise. I won't be buying it, since it's in Pennsylvania. But I'll bet another could be found, closer to home.
Sigh. I hope spring comes soon, and draws my attention once more to the great outdoors.
Here's another such table I googled up on a faraway Craigslist. Actually, I like it better because of the way the legs are made.