Beachy Dream

I dreamed that I was on a beach at low tide with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people. They were all standing in a long line, facing away from the ocean and waiting for a huge wave that would be coming. They said that when it came, they would all body surf for miles, that it was something they did every day. I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t seem to leave the beach and the idea filled me with anxiety.

All Clear

We had a hell of a storm tonight with dime-sized hail and we were in a tornado watch for most of the late evening. I need to restock the storm cellar with a Coleman battery-operated lantern, a first aid kit, some water and protein snacks, and I also need to take the sleeping bags back down there for us to sit on. I have a couple of personal things I set out to take with me into the storm cellar should the sirens go off. One is my cell phone and the other is a 200 year-old book that once belonged to Leopold Mozart.

If you were suddenly forced to run to a storm cellar, what two things would you take? (family members and pets are already assumed).

Week

Unlike most people I’ve met, I look forward to Mondays. My work week begins, the house has quieter days during which I can more easily concentrate on my work, and a comfortable routine returns. Monday is also the day that I take care of my house plants, a soothing activity for me. It has been a wonderful weekend. In two short days I have experienced the following:

• I saw our girls transformed from teenaged students to elegant young women in their prom dresses, accessories and salon-styled hair.
• I saw tears of joy spill from Nettl’s eyes when she saw them.
• I was moved to my foundation by a spiritually charged phone conversation I had with a friend.
• I shared laughter with my dear friend, Debra, and felt love for her when she put her head on my lap.
• I enjoyed a lazy Sunday of napping in front of the telly.
• A friend came over to spend Sunday evening with us, and I enjoyed every minute of it.