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I’m Singing In My Dreams

I had a dream that’s stuck with me all morning.

I was on another planet. Maybe it wasn’t another planet, but I was elsewhere. I never got a clear view of any of the inhabitants, really. I do remember they were familiar, as if they were human, but undefined. It was as if everything was in soft focus.

Anyway, I was interacting with these whatevertheyare and it was pleasant. We were enjoying our time together when a young one of them began to hum a tune and I began to hum along. Everyone stopped when they realized I knew this song. Their reaction was as if I shouldn’t or couldn’t know the song because the distance between where they are and where I am would have been prohibitive for it to have been something in common between the two of us. It was after this registered to me that I woke up.

It was a tune I was very familiar with and heard many times when I was young. My father played it often and although it’s only a small part of a bigger song, I’ve only ever remembered this part. I can easily say I haven’t actually sung or heard it for 30 years or more. YOU TUBE to the rescue!! Since I remembered the first line in the lyric, I could find it and played it as soon as I woke up.

I found it oddly poignant and something else I can’t quite describe. These are the kinds of dreams where you feel like you are being told something. Either by an outside source, or by your own internal voice.

I figured I’d share…

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you

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Evaporative Time

What’s with the weekend? How is it that two days of normal work week seem to take forever to get through, but the minute you wake up on a Saturday – or on vacation – whoosh!!- time seems to evaporate. I mean literally it’s just gone!

How the hell does that happen.

Know what I got done today? A big fat nothing. I slept in, took a shower, laid in bed and then took another shower, made a salad and watched TV… whew, am I exhausted. Of course I understand that we all need some time to revive our spirits and our bodies, and I did promise that 2013 was going to be the year of my body. The year where I listen a bit more to its little nuances and messages. Sleep some, worry less, walk away from work now and then, avoid dairy and gluten and anything else my body doesn’t seem to want anymore.

Oddly enough, about a year ago you couldn’t pry my cold fingers off my coffee mug. I even bought a small espresso machine after my return from Spain. Now? phht… it smells better than it tastes anymore. I’ve turned the corner to jasmine green tea instead. Hey.. the body wanted it…so there it is.

I have piles everywhere on my desk and a recovery mission on my computer and that doesn’t even begin to discuss the actual WORK I need to get done.

FYI, if you ever get it into your head to “clean up your photo files” because you have multiples, just make sure you don’t have files inside files that show up as two files in your program, because you will ultimately delete the parent file without realizing that this is what you’ve done and have to pray that a Recovery program will save whatever it can from your deleted wastebasket.

Yup, sad to say. Time with my children… trips I’ve taken… friends I’ll never see again… all fragmented and partially recovered. It’s really pretty sad, actually, but I’ll just be thankful for what has been able to be recovered and go on with that.