Anxiety Dream

The bad dream: H. and I were going to be in a championship golf tournament, playing against Alan Alda and someone else. Two against two. In Hawaii, where it was very, very pretty and there were cute kittens, one of whom was trying to get me to adopt it. The tournament was to be heavily publicized--and televised.

Sheer terror: I've never golfed unless you count mini golf at the Red Barn on Cape Cod [and once at Arnold's], and I'm not particularly good at it. Never once got it in clown's mouth at end, to win free game. [But our friend Michael did.]

So glad it was not real. But does this mean that H. and I have to learn to do something really hard? Play as a team in front of others, and with each other? Teamwork is not always our strong point...hmmmm...and the kitten...was that our Figgy?

Yes, it's all coming together now....