The Broom

 Woke up this morning and happened to look at the window and amazed of the many seagulls flying and swirling around up in the sky. Hubby said that there will be another storm coming.

Snowstorm again? It is only the 22nd of the month of January 2022. Still is winter.

Boring days ahead or could be surprises? Whatever. I don't really care.

I should not care and don't want being emotional.

We had enough of the pandemic that never seem to stop until the fundraising for the healthcare workers is over. You know supply and demand? Nelle Tue Mani? I don't even know what that means. LOL. Ciao morons.

Even dreams are subjected to supply and demand curve.

I was mopping the floor this morning before I started cooking our dinner and I remember another dream I had many years ago about my employer mopping the ceramic tile in the kitchen floor of his restaurant. Him, always watchful of the floor and cleaning the floor with broom and mopping the floor as long as he wanted it cleaned according to his own perfection after work's done. Every night during my shift, and before we have to get out from that kitchen he will do the same kind of purposely cleaning the floor. I had him in my dream doing the same thing all the time, him handling the broom and the mop. Recently, I had a dream of him once again, we are in that same kitchen at the restaurant, beside the wooden chopping board  and he called me, called me by my name and asked me to cut the bokchoy.  I know, weird dream though.

It was two days ago, when I looked outside and dismayed about the broom with the red handle outside and it was broken. "What have you done with my broom?" I asked my husband. He used it for clearing the snow on top of his truck. Aha! Anyway, I have another broom no need to worry.

Q. Broom, broom, is Saint Bernadette's broom better than Saint Joan's?