Beneath the Wraps

  I failed to mention that Saturday was Roland’s birthday. It wasn’t much of a celebration.   Roland believes no birthday is complete without cake. He had handed a cake mix to Jenna the night before. On the box was a picture of chocolate waffles. She made the mixture Friday night and we made poured the mixture into the waffle iron.   I poured a pecan frosting over the best pieces and placed a candle on top.   We wished Roland a happy birthday and ate chocolate waffles for breakfast.   Later on the elders called to ask if Roland had a key to the television room.   They wanted General Conference to be made available for those who chose to watch it at the Church. Roland left the house to meet the elders at the church and learned he the key he has does not work in the room where the televised devices are kept.   Later we met our former bishop at the animal clinic.   Typical pandemic birthday.

          Tossing and turning because I was hot.   It isn’t right for the weather to be so warm on my birthday – especially when you consider the start of the month was always overcast – sometimes raining.               The wind has been blowing – even though it’s been warm.   The winds have been cool – but not cool enough to keep us from turning on the A/C.             I finally left the room at 3:45.   Jenna said “Happy Birthday, mommy!”   quite loudly.   I’d forgotten it was my birthday – even though I had been reminded of it last night when I called the RS pres.  My stomach was growling.   I had a glazed doughnut as Roland had brought them home and we have to eat them before they go stale – right? Jenna bopped into the living room about 15 minutes later bearing gifts wrapped in Christmas paper.  I ...

I thought I would share some thoughts on the bizarre dream that I had this morning – though many of the details were already gone before Roland requested that I make pancakes – and then chop up some vegetables for the meatball stew . . . “I’m not even dressed yet!” I thought.  After all I had mentioned that I had two hours before I would leave for work and that I needed to take a shower.  Thus this post has been put on the back burner.  So do I start with the dream or the cake?            I took pictures of the cake that we made on Saturday.  Jenna had done the entire cake part by herself and I frosted it and poured over coconut.  The intention was not for the purpose of giving the appearance of a giant snowball, but that is what I thought it looked like:           So moving on to the dream which took place sometime between 3 and 6 this morning....