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reflections on a cold fall friday morning

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Click.

In here it’s warm.
Out there it’s cold.

In here the pillow and blankets have all formed around my body like a symphony of comfort.
Out there I have yet to turn the heat on.

In here I have no responsibility but to burrow further into the covers and ignore the alarm.
Out there I have a child to get off to school, a job to go to and humans I have to converse with.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Hit.

In here my hair is just as it should be after eight hours of molding itself to the pillow.
Out there I have to deal with a very weird haircut that is now overgrown thus making it even weirder.

In here I can force myself to go back to the dream where I’m flying over some mountains with my new pretty pink wings.
Out there I have to get into my old car and with it’s old battery and pray it turns over.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
THWACK!

In here I have to pee. Badly.
Out there is a toilet.

In here I am thirsty.
Out there is coffee.

In here I’m getting sort of lonely.
Out there is Matt.

Out there wins.

A Snowy Morning Story

On a cold snowy Sunday morning, a mother got out of bed and was about to go brush her teeth when she heard the sleepy crackled voice of her young boy saying, “No Mommy.  Come snuggle with me.”   Even though her teeth were screaming to be brushed, Superman himself couldn’t have walked away from the sweet boy and the warm bed.

So in she climbed and snuggled close. 

“Mom, I had some really weird dreams last night.”  The boy said with a far off look.

“Ooh I did too!  You tell me yours first!”

And off the boy went, describing with much seriousness and attention to detail, every aspect of his dream. 

The mother realized that normally there is nothing more boring on this earth to her than listening to another’s dream.  Some one else’s scatological thoughts in the unconscious mind no less, are sure to be painfully dull.

But on this morning, at this time, there was nothing else the mother wanted to do than to hear what happened next in this boy’s caveman dream.

At the end of his monologue, he looked at his mom and said, “OK now what were your dreams about?”  And not only did he hang on to every word of the mother’s nonsensical dream, he even asked follow up questions. 

As the boy and the mother were finally up and brushing their teeth, the mother reflected what a sweet moment that was.  It doesn’t always have to be the big grandiose things. 

The morale of this story is that right now, while we are in the throws of the holiday season, stop and listen to your loved ones.  Go back to bed and just listen. 

I guarantee they will remember that way more than how clean the kitchen floor is, how even the lights on the tree are or how you stayed up until midnight making twelve different types of Christmas cookies.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These…

“Hey buddy, last night you were really thrashing around.  Kicking your legs and making crazy angry noises.  Did you have a bad dream?”

“Oh yeah!  I did!”

“Can you tell me what it was about?”

“Well, I had this card.  And you cut a hole right in the middle of it.   I was mad!   So mad, in fact, that I told you I was going to vote for John McCain!”

“Ooh that is mad!  I promise I’ll never cut up any card of yours.  EVER!”

*With only a couple days to go, I’m so nervous about this election I can’t think of much else.  Er, besides Halloween and my Twilight books

But really, other than that, nothing is as scary on this Halloween Eve as McCain and Palin running this country.  

Breathe!  BREATHE!  I know… that was mean.  But it’s true.  So after you catch your breath, VOTE!