Today, I woke up from a dream. I was getting ready for work, and my son was there. He was grinning a lot. Acting mysterious. I wondered about him. Strangely, my grandparents were there too. They had given me something. I cannot remember what it was, but I was delighted with it, and they were delighted to give it to me.
In the dream, I happily walked around, getting ready for work, visiting with everyone.
I turned around to find that my youngest daughter had come home as a surprise.
It was a vivid dream with many confusing aspects and when I woke up, I pondered it in the dark. I finally came up with the idea that my grandparents represented me. I'm a grandma now. My pineapple bag is filled with delights in preparation for my trip east, a gift that always delights that little girl. In turn, her delight delights me. My kids represent my longings. I want to see them, badly.
Getting ready for work? Odd...because although the dream was about getting to work, I never seemed to get there...constantly being distracted by the family visits.
When I got up this morning, I had some mild intestinal issues. I packed Tim's lunch. He drove off in my car. New Year Day, his car overheated. He figured the problem out right away, but has been driving to work in my car. I can walk. We have two trucks, but I don't want to drive his pride and joy and the dump truck sometimes winds up with a dead battery, randomly draining for some reason he hasn't had time to figure out. I just walk, and I don't mind the early morning walk in the dark, I try to take a different route each day. Things look very different in the dark.
Anyways, I sat there this morning, the dream still rolling around in my head, drinking my coffee, trying to muster the oomph! to get up and get going. We have only worked half days all this week, and a truck didn't come in yesterday. Given the weather down south, we are very likely not to get a truck today, either. I thought about the almost guaranteed fact that I'd get there and be asked to leave early.
They had offered today off for anyone who wanted it.
I made another decision, this one not so hard as yesterday's. I called off.
It's snowing outside and I've been puttering about in the kitchen making a nice pot of soup for supper.
I'll feel guilty about it later, I imagine. Today, though, I am glad for my quiet day alone.