Got home from Harolds about 1:00p.m. It is always nice to come home to this home. I feel bad for people who don't want to be home. I remember that feeling, the feeling that you would rather be any place than home. I think any place that I go now I feel welcome and here with my daughter, son in law and grandson I really feel at home. I feel almost as much at home at Harolds. And when I am looking after peoples homes and pets I feel at home then too. It is a nice feeling to know that people trust me with their homes and pets, there was a time when even I would'nt have trusted me. I played cards at the Legion in Paisley tonight. This was the first step out into the world when I first came to live here. It was pretty safe, even though I was very fragile at the time. I think if anyone had been unkind to me that first night I would have burst into tears and never gone back. I have had a couple of interesting dreams during the last few nights and I will try incorperate them into this blog as to me my dreams hold messages. One was about my sister, whom I seldom dream about anymore, probably her Birthday brought this dream about. We were together at a beach site. There was a relativly high cliff, yet there seemed to easy acess to the water. I knew the water was the ocean, don't know how I knew that, but I did. We both had a problem to solve and we were there to solve them. I felt like the problem had something to do our children, in both cases male children. My sister had 4 sons and I have 2. it seemed both of the sons were blond so mine had to be Rusty and hers could have been Bobby or Bradley. I don't know if we solved our problems with our children but it seemed we did, at least I felt no lingering fears or threats there. The most interesting part of the dream to me was how high the cliff was, yet how quickly we could get to the ocean and with such ease, like we kind of floated down. The other dream was about a fireplace, the fireplace in my house in Fenelon Falls I think. There was a strong wind blowing and I could see that the mortar holding the large stones toghether had seperated and there was wind blowing through. I was so surprised that there was a break in the mortar..........wow, I am getting this dream as I write it down. of course there is a break in the mortar, the house, the fireplace is no longer mine. Even though I know I can go back and live there if I need to it is no longer mine. there is some grieving in that thought although I wouldn't change it. I guess like there is grieving when you look at a photograph of yourself 20 or 30 years ago, for me I grieve my lost youth, vitality etc, yet I don't want to go back and do it over. O.K. think I got that one, but my sister one is still kind of up in the air. It will soon be tomorrow so off to bed for me.
November 29th, 2010.............11;37p.m.
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