Stranger Dreams.

 Stranger Dreams.

 

Some time this morning, before the dogs managed to get me up, my mother and Granny Connie (maternal grandmother) walked with me through some buildings that seemed like schools or some other type of business interests. It seemed we were looking for work for the three of us, yet we all knew that our abilities were somewhat limited at this point. Granny Connie had no idea what she could possibly do at her age, and Mom said that she could not see or plan well enough to do any sewing, so we were somewhat stumped as to what we could possibly do that would be useful to anyone. It seemed really weird that we wanted to find something to do despite the fact that we did not need to make any money or otherwise find a paying job. We just needed to feel useful and appreciated. When the dogs finally brought me out of that sleepy dream world, the idea of being with Mom and Granny Connie again left me wondering about why that dream happened. Many times, Lewis has been in my dreams and stood off to one side while directing my actions, but this one left a strange series of thoughts to fumble through my mind. No longer teaching—or even tutoring—my “worth” has been in my thoughts several times over the past few years. In all the years of teaching, it is not a certainty that anything in my classes ever really made that much difference to any of my students. No matter how well they learned to type, write, use MS Word, or attempt medical transcription, they may never have even been able to use those skills to make a living. It leaves me wondering if any of them felt the classes were worth the effort involved. Ah well. Dreams just leave little shadows behind.

 

The dogs have some new toys. They are happily sharing them, but that may change. Thompson just acts as if he has had a long night and needs to rest. And he did not even eat all of his food this morning. Well, neither did Sylvia for that matter. Oh well. At least Thompson gave Michelle Malay a few sweet dog kisses before she left our house earlier. She surprised us with a big bag of goodies that both smelled good and made us think of Grandmother Pollard and her grab bags. No one ever could be as funny as she was. She got such a kick out of finding things to put in her bags. Think Michelle must do something similar. Hope she enjoyed putting things in the bags as much as we enjoyed taking them out and feeling surprised and pleased over them! She helped the dogs with their toys and explained how to use some of the neat things she brought to me. One of the neatest was an extendable wand duster that can be bent to clean the blades on the ceiling fans! LOVE the idea of bending something down here on the floor and then using it to clean both sides of the fan blades up there with just a couple of bends! She also brought me a real pair of pjs. Have not bought pajamas in ever. My idea of pjs is a sweat suit. And the design on these is pretty wild—meoworr—wild cat!

 

The postman brought a package from Amazon this morning. It was a package of six one-pound cans of Café d’Vita English Toffee. The stuff is delicious, but getting it in separate cans makes it easy to give as a gift. Was happy to be able to send one home with Michelle. Maybe by the next time she comes, she can take eggs home with her.

 

Went to Sutherlands to pick up chicken feed—enough to last through all the rest of December and January. If yours truly can manage to keep water in the middle house for them, they should be in good shape for the next couple of months. As long as they can get outside in the grass and grit, food for them will be there in abundance. Even might let them share the ripening tomatoes in the long green house coop. Stood out there this morning and ate a ripe tomato right out of the hay! It was SO tasty! Nothing quite like a ripe tomato—well, a good one that wasn’t grown in a hot house. These are perfect by the time they are ripe.

 

Have asked for some help unloading and putting the feed in the bins, so hope to see at least one teenager over here this afternoon. Even if it is only one of them, it beats trying to do this on my own. It’s ridiculous to be this messed up just from my back being beat up. The drugs help, but the off-balance walking has screwed up my knees. Always something to gripe about, huh! Hoping that Cindy Jones is not having too much pain with her knees. Dr. Blackwell said that she had done something to her “bad” knee and made it feel like a new knee. Will have to ask about it again and see if it is something that might help Cindy. Michelle told me that she had had nerves burnt in her knees, but it did not last or help that much. Dadgum the war! The older we get, the more things fall apart!

 

My granddaughter is driving—by herself—to San Antonio this evening. She plans to spend the weekend with one set of grands and a cousin. Guess who will be asking God for protection for my girl. Know my parents let me drive to college by myself, but San Antonio is a bit far and I-35 is scary. Deep sigh.

 

Lance asked me the other day about reading Willa Cathers books. May just have to read them again. It has been so very long and many of the books consumed back then kind of melded together in my mind. The ones that really stuck in my mind were those by Gene Stratton-Porter. Did a paper on her just for the fun of it while working on my thesis. Probably should have just worked harder on the thesis rather than reading all those books again. Oh well.

 

Found out that my daughter-in-law is going to take more courses for another degree. Guess it will be another master’s degree or something. Not sure. She is up to snuff on all the technology in her field, but happen to have known one man who got his doctorate in technology in teaching. She could easily do that one. Maybe it would give her that famous Ph.D. so she could claim to be a “doctor.” Thinking of some jokes that have been told about the audience being asked about “a doctor in the house.” She might not think they were funny. Oh well.

 

As usual, know very little worth talking about. Keith is right about just the usual chatty Kathy stuff from me. Guess if it gets tiresome to others, it is easy enough to ignore the blog altogether. Kitten and puppy pictures are much cuter.

 

Let us remember to be grateful for life and love. God has provided us with both. Rest and enjoy the beauty around us. You are loved.