Driving with my daughters, looking for a new house in Washington (a nearby town). As I was looking for the right street as we drove toward the river, I asked my youngest to write down the addresses of the ones we liked.
We went into a store front and I was talking to a guy who was going to handle everything (I noticed he was overweight). I mentioned I had been talking to Jeff L. about how to do it, the new guy said we couldn't do it that way. The guy (who was white) was saying that the names of the programs sounded "too white" for someone like Obama. I sat down in a chair and was putting on this strappy sandal, put my toe in and was trying to figure out how to wind the straps around.
(Jeff L. does homeless ministry. I think it's significant because in my Sparkly Purple Refrigerator dream a guy called who was described as being able to pass for a homeless guy if he messed himself up a little bit.)