Sound systems of rooftop shed scavengers, I shower in the kitchen

I dreamed I was trying to put together a sound system out of scavenged parts from old junk audio consoles. My brother in law Harold was piecing one together for himself, and I needed his help to put mine on the roof of my shed. 

I'd found a mostly empty old chassis from an industrial computer control panel that had some audio components still intact, namely a subwoofer and couple of VU meters. It was a start. Things always take longer in a dream, so I spent a good bit of time wrangling the large, awkward frame around and finally decided that I couldn't do it without some help. 

But first things first. I needed to take a shower. Due to the dream sluggishness effect, I spent an inordinate amount of time gathering up the clothing that I would wear when I was done. I'd finally picked out some underwear, but time was of the essence, so I just started ripping off my clothes and got busy with showering using the kitchen sink sprayer. 

The kitchen was empty except for the island containing the sink. The rest of the house was in a state of semi-renovation/construction. At least the water was working, and I had this sink to shower with, although I had to stand outside of the sink and the water just drained out on the floor. I moved around the island so as to evenly distribute the giant puddle on the tiles. 

As is always the case when showering in the kitchen clandestinely, someone always shows up at the door or peeks in the window. It was Harold, so I told him to hold his horses, I'd be out in a minute when I was done.

After I got showered, or at least got done getting committed to the idea of being wet and naked in my kitchen and making a mess on the floor, I threw on some clothes and started getting my sound system up on the roof of the shed. 

It was a smallish shed, but would make good command post for my outdoor audio setup. I was patterning it after Harold's, which was already aloft. Harold lent a hand getting it situated, even though the roof wasn't all the way nailed down on my shed. 

I was always several steps behind the process, it seemed. But the jacked up old machine parts jukebox was coming together. Soon we'd be having DJ wars and barbecuing like a couple of backyard pirates, shouting at one another from across our neighboring yards. 

That's about it, sunshine. You woke me up just in time to miss the morning cartoons. But judging by the blue skies, at least I will be going for my walk later today. 

And I got my Walmart shipment of some new shoes and boots to replace the ones that I have which have nearly reached their expiration date. I waterproofed the boots and tried them and the shoes on yesterday, but I put them back in the box afterward and stashed them away in the closet with some other shoes that have been mostly unworn and are still in boxes. 

I have a bit of a hoarding problem, I guess. I like to call it stocked up. I really just want to get the very last little bit out of the current pairs before committing the new ones to everyday use. But walking out on the grass the other day and getting my toes wet through my old, previously waterproof boots was the clincher. So, I bought the new ones just in time to store them for the summer. 

Sharon's LED is still on and blinks at me occasionally. Sometimes it will go out for a few minutes at a time, but then come back on. I really don't want it to ever go out, because I feel it will mean she has had enough of hanging around coddling me. 

But when it is on, I feel that I am in some kind of eminent danger and she is warning me to get off my ass before the flood comes, so to speak. I don't think it's a flood, necessarily, but it could be a major health crisis or even a home maintenance catastrophe which is looming in the cards and she has prescient knowledge of from the other side.

Regardless, I like having it on, as it is my psychological crutch, like Tom Hanks' Wilson in Castaway. I'm not crazy, but I am, said the schizophrenic.