Weekend Update

Last night I had the strangest dream.

In my dream I was working. Every time I went into a different room, the lights did not work. I thought this was odd. I found my friend Fred working on the problem, but whenever I said anything to him, huge sparks would fly up and he would say in his very 'Fred' way of talking. 'Now Judy, I can not fix this if you keep talking to me'. So, I left Fred, but kept tripping over things in the semi-darkness. I found so much stuff that I needed to throw away, but it either was too heavy for me to lift, or there wasn't any room in the dumpster for it. People kept coming up to me and saying 'You need to throw this away.' And, I would reply all sadly and near tears . 'There isn't any room to throw anything else away!'. Geesh. Dream people are so hard to bear sometimes. Anyway, I was telling a friend about this dream today, when it occurred to me that this dream is just the story of my life. Of course, I'm sure that most of it had to do with the fact that we have had major outages on all of our Christmas lights. Like, for instance, the pre-lit tree that refuses to light on the top. Then there's the small tree with the lights out all willy-nilly, and, the front porch lights with a section totally out.

It is a well know fact that I have to get rid of a lot of my stuff. Yet, on an even deeper level, the dream was true. Very true. 'Much to ponder' true. It seemed as if the entire night were this one dream. All about fuses being blown, doors being locked that should not have been locked, my keyes would not work, nothing was where it should be, and every door I did manage to open, opened upon a new and interesting scene.

I woke up to discover that I had forgotten to take my medication. If I disrupt that cycle even a teensy little bit, my dreams are all over the place. A normal dream for me is more like this - I open the refrigerator to discover that we have no milk. That's it. The entire dream.

THGGM and I went out for breakfast after church. We rarely do this. After breakfast he went to Home Depot to buy lights to re-light the top of our pre-lit Christmas tree. He dropped me off at Michaels where I bought a $1.99 garland, some ribbon, and Elmer's glue. I had to beg a bit, but he did consent to going to ONE antique mall. I found some vintage Christmas tree balls for 1.00 a bag. They were nicely worn and made me happy. I also found some Christmas tree shaped tin jello molds. I think they would make cute soap molds, if perchance I ever make soap. Which isn't likely. But, I like to be prepared. (This is why I have so much stuff. I am prepared for everything, except my actual life.)

THGGM had already alerted our family members not to expect a meal here today. He basically warned them to stay away. He is a wise man.

Simply because we were decorating for Christmas. We tend to become rather tense and ornery when we do this. We usually fight. I'm happy to report that we did pretty well today. Although, this has not been the case in years past.

So, it seems our "Our First Christmas - 1978" will hang on our tree for another season, and beyond.