All That We See Unseen Is But A Dream Within A Dream

 Well an early, early good morning reader(s), I just awoke with a start, after a very vivid dream obviously stimulated by last night’s Oscar Awards, the majority of movies up this year which I did not see. But oh my dream, I was married (for the second or third time) to a much younger man with blond hair, who lured me after claiming infidelity to a nut hut on E. Broad Street that I had been in before? Once inside, I was surrounded by well-dressed young people claiming to be from Upper Arlington; old friends of my “dream husband” who fawned over me, before getting me to relapse on a mixed drink (pretty sure it was vodka). I made sure to thank the hostess for the party, before departing…to where? All I know is I was headed off somewhere alone, so I promptly woke up. 

So here I am, with less than six hours of sleep, trying to wake up but my eyelids are heavy. I guess seeing as I’ve been slumbering away for a good string of nights, I’m due for a sleep deficit night. It’s cold here in the house, and I want to bundle up in my blankets but then I won’t be able to type. I think I’m going to go to the Monday Meditation meeting at the AA First Things First group. More later.

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My, well the AA group discussed the Prodigal Son, being dead then being reborn in sobriety, letting God do his work through us and all that. I added Vincent and Sherri to the Prayer List and feel satisfied that my day is off to a good start. Plans for today include going to mom’s to (temporarily) pack up my workspace in preparation for the family Easter gathering, and my Aunt Missy and Uncle John’s visit in June. Ah, there is a song playing on my Pandora Classical right now that reminds me of Legs and makes me want to cry. It’s the film score to “The Mission” and it’s so powerful. Thank God an ad has interrupted, so I get a break from my powerful emotion. 

So as I was saying, I’m planning to go to mom’s place, then return home to make Chicken Teriyaki for Michael. This will require him firing up the grill outside, in 30 degree temperatures no less. He says he wants to do it, so I shall let him, whilst I stay warm inside and make the glaze, rice and corn. I don’t need to make a Kroger run for a few days, I’ve got supplies here for the Stuffed Shells and Chicken Pitas. Goodness, I spy snow flurries out my hospital window, brrr, winter is still here. Michael wants me to wear my new sneakers and Nike clothes, but this is still furry boots season to keep my feet warm. 

OK time to call mom, so signing off for today from my roost in Ohio. Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are. Keep movin down that highway (or city street) wherever you are. Catch ya later.