Na Zdrowie

Nightmare.

Last night I had a nightmare about the pie social. I was shopping in Chinatown for fruit to use in the pie fillings. On a dusty shelf I found a stalk that looked like the end of a piece of rhubarb.

“Is this rhubarb?” I asked a Chinese woman, in Cantonese (which I spoke, because this was a dream.)

“Yes,” she said. “Let me help you with that.”

We grabbed the end and tried to pull the stalk out, but it was impossibly long and we couldn’t find the end.

This is better than the dream I had last week about inventing snoutfits, a crocheted covering for elephant noses.