The retractable clothesline that I have had for weeks finally went up this weekend. I had the brilliant idea to attach it to one of our pergola posts...and it worked!
Over breakfast this morning Court told me he didn't dream last night...he was just too tired. I guess going to bed at 12:30 am is what did the trick. A wonderful night with dear friends, both his and ours, was the reason and it was a good one.
Charlotte piped up to ask me if moms and dads dream, as I flipped her french toast.
Well of course we do, I said.
She then asked what we dream about...
and I caught myself before I blurted out George Clooney.
Truthfully though, I can't really say what my last dream was about.
Was it a good one...
a not so good one?
Not sure. When I wake I think too much about the day ahead than the night that was.
Appropriately enough I passed a sign today that read...
"If you can dream it, you can do it."
And I'm pretty sure the sign-maker didn't mean George Clooney.
Or any dream that comes to you at night.
It's our life dreams. And in many ways I am living my dream.
But at times there are things about my life that are not so dreamy. And sometimes I think if life were a dream...
I felt a little like that today. The weight I was holding today felt heavy. Tomorrow it will be lighter.
After a sleep in my sweet air dried sheets.