My husband just pointed out that my answer to the “I’m hungry” at my bedside this morning was, “Get yourself a pop tart. I’ll be up in a minute.” When he pointed that out, I defended myself with, “Some families don’t promise to be up in a minute.” I probably should tell Family Circle that I’ve moved to the country, in case they want to write a feature story on me. I’m not sure they’d be able to find me back here.
We have been taking it slow the last week. Once July 14th arrives, we’ll be moving at breakneck speed and the summer will pass me by.
After I sent my boy into the kitchen with his cooking instructions, I fell into a brief sleep and had a very strange dream. In the dream, I was in a locally owned downtown toy store. The owner was a 60something-year-old woman named Mary. She showed me around. I liked what I saw. I kept saying that I needed to come back and buy a skateboard. By all means, Missy, buy a skateboard for the country where there is no pavement. That will go over GREAT. Anyway, when I walked out of the store, Mary invited me onto the company jet and said that my husband and family should join me for a quick tour of New York City at Christmastime. And then we were off. Without warning. Without strapping in. Without even sitting down. And without the husband and kids she invited along. The next thing I know, I was on a rickety wooden back deck that had been added to the tail of the plane. We were walking around back there. In space.
There were stars. There was conversation. Never in the conversation did I ask, “Why can’t we sit in the seats INSIDE the plane and have a coke?” I never asked why someone thought rotten wood porches were good on the backs of jets. Then Mary got very close to the edge and I gasped as a section of wood crumbled under her weight.
“Watch out!” I yelled to her. She stepped closer to me, unruffled. I pressed my back up against the jet and grabbed a handle. When I turned back toward Mary, she was gone.
She fell off the back.
Dead.
And then I woke up. Disturbed. Maybe if I hadn’t sent the child off in pursuit of a pop tart, that would have gone better…
I’m going to go fry some bacon now.
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Ok, with some effort I was able to come to a complete understanding of your blog posting. I even understand why a woman named Mary was found lying in my backyard this morning. But what is July 14?
I’ve had strange dreams this week too. Tues. night I was riding in the backseat of a car, which was driven by a man-dressed-as-a-woman who also happened to be the murder I was attempting to track down. Whoopsie, didn’t realize I was with Tootsie. Last night I dreamed Mark and I were at a lodge in Australia and I couldn’t decide which dessert to order. Nearly as traumatic as the whole murderer thing. 😉
It’s hard to make wise decisions when we’re half asleep. Once you get to our house it might not be the breakneck speed you are expecting. 🙂
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We don’t always make wise decisions when we are half asleep. You might not find the breakneck speed when you get here. 🙂