I was sleeping soundly in the early morning dark when suddenly my husband startled and yelled in his sleep. I rolled over to look at him. He laughed in the dark.
"What the heck was that all about?" I asked.
"I had the oddest dream. I was in my tree stand, and a deer came out of the woods, and then there was another one, and then another one. And they were all flat, like pictures. The last one climbed up the tree my stand was on and sat down next to me. That was the craziest dream..."
I'm regularly trying to puzzle out some dream I've had. Why would I dream such a thing? What does it mean?
However, I will leave this one alone.
Our new tenant called. She sounded exhausted. She explained the situation. Their house is sold, but they still don't have a closing date. She doesn't know when they will be able to move in.
We've always had the policy that a tenant can begin moving their stuff in the month before they live there. We don't begin counting the lease, or worrying about rent until they are physically in. I re-explained it to her.
She said, "Do me a favor; tell my husband that. He's terribly worried about the finances."
So I reexplained to him, and said, "You folks have a lot on your plate right now, and we surely do not want to add to that by having you move after the weather changes." (He's got a terminal diagnosis.)
He explained that they are on a fixed income and would not be able to catch things up until the end of the month, also explaining that if the house deal went through, they'd settle up before then."
"That's fine," I said. "Tim knows you. He knows you're a stand up guy."
He seemed to get a bit emotional about that. "I haven't been late on a bill since 1983," he said.
"I bet you haven't."
He didn't seem to know what to say. "Well...tell Tim..."
I said "He's walking through the livingroom this very minute, want to tell him yourself?"
He did, and they talked for a good half hour, about guns and hunting, and machinist work, as if 40 years had not gone past since the last time that they talked.