Celebrations and Dreams

When I'm in the shower, or when I'm brushing my teeth, I think of all kinds of blogging topics. When I have the time and have my computer on my lap, I go blank. This is the reason for many of my blogs being so random. Well, here I am . . .

Friday night was good. I had dinner at Red Lobster, followed by mall shopping, with several of my school friends. It is great to spend time with these ladies OUTSIDE of the school environment. At school, we don't have time to really communicate as people.

Before we began to eat, we each took turns sharing what we had to celebrate. Betty has quit smoking and several were celebrating weight loss. When it was my turn I shared that I had two things to celebrate. I paid off my car and most importantly my mom would be celebrating another birthday on the 17th. Five years ago, I wasn't sure this would be possible.

Farrah and Jim came home for mom's birthday on Sunday. We took her out to eat and to a movie. She loved her presents and the day with us. It was good.

Farrah and Jim actually arrived here on late Saturday evening. Farrah has been married for over two years and has really been away from home for six, but I still feel a certain security when I know she is in bed under the same roof as I am. The down side of Farrah and Jim visits is the empty feeling I get when they leave. It generally passes after a day (or so), but it's always there.

The dream I had last night didn't help ease this mood. I dreamed that (please do try to visualize this), I was sitting on the toilet and had a stroke. Of course this caused me to fall off. While laying on the floor I tried and tried to call to Jeff (who was upstairs) for help, but I couldn't. Then I heard the pitter patter of familiar feet. Annie, the dog we had to have put to sleep several years ago, ran to me and just kept licking my cheek. I finally awakened, thankful that I hadn't really had a stroke, but sad that I really didn't still have Annie. I've felt a little uneasy all day today.

This evening while visiting mom, I told her about the dream. She didn't think I should have told anyone. Both mom and I are products of my grandma's superstitions. Grandma always told me it was important not to share bad dreams before breakfast, so I though I was safe in telling it at supper time. I guess we'll see.

Birthday Week-End

Jeff turned 53 on Thursday-August 31. Farrah turned 23 on Saturday-September 2. I wish I'd planned it better. Two birthdays so close together is hectic, especially when I want to make each of them special. It's been suggested to combine the celebrations, but I think they each deserve a special day of their very own, s0 they get to pick the menu and any special activity.

This year Jeff wanted JTM's, tater tots, cole slaw and cheesecake. I don't like to serve hamburgers for meals, so this is really a treat for him. I always make two cheesecakes so he can have a snack for a few days.Farrah wanted meatloaf, mashed potatos and corn, white or yellow cake with chocolate frosting. (I also made wilted lettuce because I know she likes it, too).

Farrah and Jim didn't come home until Sunday, so we had Jeff's birthday meal when they arrived. Later we went to see Invincible. We stopped for ice-cream on the way home. Farrah and Jim then went to visit Grandma Judy and Jeff went to a meeting. When he got home Farrah made 3-ways. Jeff says he had a good birthday.

We had Farrah's birthday today. After lunch we played bridge. Farrah said her birthday was good too. She and Jim left about 5:30. As usual, I'm always a little lonely when they leave. Yes, Jeff is still here, but I miss Farrah. I don't know where the 23 years have gone.