Easter 2011

Easter 2011, a set on Flickr.

Big bunch o silly

Dreams/Nightmares

On a good night, I can dream about good things. Riding a horse in my flowing gowns as my silken hair flows behind in ripples. Even better than having a figure that is fit for flowing gowns, or having my youthful silken hair back, would be the ability to ride the damn horse again. In my dreams, I am able to bound up on the back of a mighty steed and I can run and move lithely. In my dreams, I am freed from the shackles of my crappy body. I like those nights. There is never a real theme or plot to those dreams, just freedom and wind and mobility.

On a dark night, I am likely to dream of my aunt Kay's screams. Those screams will haunt me for the rest of my life. I woke up in paradise to hear those screams ringing out the death of my brother. Those are the worst nights. Sometimes that sweet grey lump in my head likes to mix it up and throw in the emotions and terror that missing children and untimely departures of spouses bring on. I don't look forward to those nights. Why can't we have a menu like those lovely old juke boxes of yesteryear? Just plug in G54 or H72 for a night full of dreaming and smiles?

Today's prayer

Dear Dude in the Sky,

Pretty pretty please help me to make it through this day. It is not yet 9am and I am trapped in this office, alone, with a strep ridden six year old. Did I mention she is watching uninterrupted episodes of the Littles? Loudly. And she doesn't seem to need to stop talking to do it?

So I beseech you to give me truckloads of patience and understanding today. TRUCKLOADS.