Beneath the Wraps

           I cannot believe tomorrow is Mother ’ s Day.  The weather isn ’ t speaking volumes of how Mother ’ s Day has looked in years past.  Yesterday we had sun showers all day.  The rain has been pouring all night and this morning.  Not to mention the hens have been cackling.  I can ’ t sleep with that!  Nobody rescued them from whatever they were cackling about nor did the rain drown them out as they seemed to be louder than the pounding rain. https://funnyjunk.com/funny_pictures/1577805/Chicken/          I must have slept at some point – and hard as I had another weird detailed dream.  I don ’ t know where Richard and I were or why.  The neighborhood was not one that I remember.  Somehow we got separated and I went to a house in which I know the woman but chose instead to go to the house next door to wait for Richard when I heard his voice inside of the first house.   ...

This morning I dreamed I was in an institute class.   I was about 30 years younger and single.   Many of the students in my class were elderly women.   We were challenged to display something that would remind of us the lesson. I had five posters and selfishly planned on hanging all five and would not share them. (I think I probably missed the point of the lesson) When the class ended I had gone into the hall and toward the door that would lead me out to the parking lot.   I was digging through my purse in order to find my keys.   As I was not coming up with them, I decided to sit down and rummage through my purse believing it would be easier to go through.   Rather than a college or equivalent building, the seat I had chosen next to entrance /exit doors looked more like a lobby you would find in a hospital. As I was looking through my purse a number of guys appeared to ask me why I hadn ’ t been to class.   Evidently I had signed myself up for two...

        I have never had the best sleeping habits.  2020 seems to have changed the sleeping habits of many of my friends.  I seem to have more erratic dreams somehow.  I usually don ’ t remember them.  Sometimes I remember pieces but never any detail.  Take last night for instance.         I could hear the sounds of an injured animal.   At first it sounded like a dog – who se dog? We don ’ t see many dogs in our neighborhood.   We see a lot of cats.   Oh, wait.   Perhaps it isn ’ t a dog after all.   It must be the chickens.   They ’ re scared.   Why are they scared?   There is a mountain lion after them.   I hear a gun shot.   Oh, no.   The police are going to come around and ask what time we heard the gunshot.   I don ’ t want to look at the clock.   I am sooooo tired.   I ’ m guessing it is 2:30.      ...

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....

            We have tried saving up for a Disneyland vacation for the last three years - asking each of our children and my siblings to please save for October this year.   Each year we have dipped into our funds - not that we ever had enough to get us there.   Last year we had gone back to Utah for Jeanie's funeral.   Next year will be returning for a wedding between Biff and Clair.   I really would like to meet her and support Biff again.   But truth be known, I HATE weddings.   I'd much rather go to Disneyland.             We used this year's tax refund to pay off bills, replenish our food storage and an excursion to Enchanted Forrest - though the latter was not necessary.   After struggling from paycheck to paycheck every month, sometimes you just feel that you need to do something so as not to go insane.   So after Jeanie's ...

A few of my posts have included dreams that I’ve had. Each of those posts concludes with how I don’t put much faith in dreams.   But there is one dream that I definitely interpreted to be quite meaningful.   I made a life changing decision as a result.                   I met Roland for the first time on December 31, 2000.   He asked me out that night.   We would go downtown to celebrate the coming of the New Year.   I missed playing games with my family – a ritual I have enjoyed about New Years.                   Roland was quite forward.   I had dismissed guys for being too forward – and none had ever been as forward as Roland had.   I didn’t understand why I felt so comfortable around him. By the end of our date we had set up a second. I don’t know if I knew then ...

This post is different from  average - at least in this blog.  Perhaps you have an opinion?  And then we could have a discussion I dreamt that I was at some kind of convention – a BYU education week perhaps.   I believe I was in Provo with a mass amount of people.   For some odd reason I had been toting around some bedding (at least two pillows and one afghan) something I would NEVER do in real life.   For some reason there was a group of us ended up waiting for one of the instructors at his home.   And while we were waiting several dressed like hell’s angels decided to do some kind of aerobic activity on the instructor’s lawn. As the skies grew dark I found myself on the front porch wrapped in my afghan and sitting on my pillows until I decided (as odd as their particular moves seemed to be) I would join them.   I was a lot thinner in my dream and therefore it seemed more reasonable than if I were to try it now in real life. ...

The owner of a convenient store in Preston, Idaho was interviewed about his selling the Mega Million tickets for last night’s lottery.   Still a chance to purchase. They don’t have the lottery in Utah, and so one has to go across the border to make purchases.   Over half a billion dollars.   It is mind boggling really.   I think 20,000 would be mind boggling.   Our account has never seen more than 4,000 at a time (and it went quickly.   Always does) So Roland comes home yesterday and recaps the news story and asks what I would do with that much money. “Well, first I would pay off all our bills.   I would buy new cars (or drivable cars rather) for ourselves and for Bill and Kayla (as they are also experiencing the sluggish dying car thing) and move.   Definitely move.   We could purchase a duplex near Jenna’s school.   Bill and Kayla could live on one side and we could live on the other.” “You’ve got half a billion dollar...