Happy Birthday to Me

On Sunday my favorite oldest son and my favorite daughter had me and spouse, mom and favorite youngest son over for my birthday. Eldest son grilled burgers, Mom baked a cake and Youngest Son gave me an IPod. The burgers were great, the cake was fab and the IPod is way cool. I especially like the way it looks, all smooth and white and slim.

I was, and I still am, so grateful for my wonderful kids and my husband and Mom. Events like birthdays make me much happier then they did when I was young. Nothing really seems ho-hum or ordinary.

Betty, the BB Red OE Bantam hen, hatched four babies on the morning of the 15th. All four are still doing well, looks like they are all little roos though, so they will eventually have to go to other homes. They are about the cutest things ever, really tiny and alert. Bentley, the Roo, thinks it is his job to watch them very carefully. He tries to squeeze under Betty's wings with the little ones, but she isn't having it. Poor Bentley. Nonetheless he does seem very proud.

All in all, a most satisfactory day.

Dreamland

I have recently suffered from extreme fatigue, body pain and cloudy thinking. This following a period of intense "spring cleaning", consuming sugar and having house guests for days who had to be fed three cooked complete meals a day and enertained to boot.

I am stating this prior to disclosing the strange dream so as to make it clear I am not jumping to any conclusions.

Sunday night I went to bed as usual, tossed and turned, laid semi awake for a time and finally entered some fitful state of sleep. Then the dream...Our old office had an open ledged window between the waiting room and the reception room. In the dream I was on the reception side and Speedy (names not changed to protect the deceased) was on the other. He looked just like he did when he was alive, it was four in the afternoon and his hair was rumpled, tie loose and the neck of his shirt askew. He was wearing the gray pinstrip suit and in his hand was his favorite fountain pen. (lost years before he died) He was wearing his gold Micky Mouse watch and the blue and red stripped tie. He was reading a pleading I had just finished. I was suddenly aware that he was dead (though he was standing before me live). I said softly, "Speedy, you aren't supposed to be here". He looked at me, then past me, his face black with anger. Then I was awake. I knew that I had been in my original office and had been working.

Now, maybe I was exhausted from the sugar, pain, stress and housework. And maybe it was because I had been working all night for who knows how long in an office long ago dismantled for a beloved boss long dead. But on Monday night I went to bed at 9:00 and last night I was in bed at 8:00. I feel much better. Maybe several days off sugar, anti-inflamatories and staying in bed 10 hours is the key to my recovery. Maybe it is just not working the graveyard shift.

And Speedy, one day I will be as you are now and we can get back to the work we loved.