Monday, September 14, 2009
Mondays
The meaning of Mondays is changing for me. For the last year and some months Monday has been a day off, a day where I can make appointments, go shopping, and relax a bit. Starting next week that is no longer the case and I will be back to working the "traditional" Monday to Friday job. Not that I am unhappy about this, but it will be strange. For that time when I would hear someone say something about Mondays and how much they suck I just couldn't really relate. My Monday's didn't suck, my Monday's were usually pretty good. But now when Sunday night rolls around instead of thinking about what I will do with my day off the next day I will be thinking about getting ready for work, about what I will wear, what I will take for lunch. Wondering what the day will be like. I get a wonderful exchange for giving up my Monday's though, I get a real Friday night and I get Saturdays with my family. That is amazing.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Peace
My dreams last night were very random and scattered. I remember bits and pieces. One bit that sticks out in my memory:
I was at my Grammie's church in Helena with my Mom and my Grammie. It was the part of the service where the priest says "peace be with you" and the parishioners all say, "and also with you" and then tell each other "peace be with you" and either shake hands or hug the people around you that you share the peace with. I have no clue what that part is called not being catholic, but it was always a nice part where I felt that the people really were sharing love and peace with each other. In the dream my Grammie gave me a big hug and said, "Peace be with you Molly-O" and then I turned to share with others. When I turned back Grammie was gone and a lady said to me, "I don't know you. Are you new?" I told her we were visiting, that I was Dee King's grandaughter. She said something along the lines of how lucky I was and how much everyone misses her.
Waking up I see this as a nice message from Grammie. She is at peace and would like us to be as well. I am lucky to have had her in my life and I cherish every minute of time I had with her.
I was at my Grammie's church in Helena with my Mom and my Grammie. It was the part of the service where the priest says "peace be with you" and the parishioners all say, "and also with you" and then tell each other "peace be with you" and either shake hands or hug the people around you that you share the peace with. I have no clue what that part is called not being catholic, but it was always a nice part where I felt that the people really were sharing love and peace with each other. In the dream my Grammie gave me a big hug and said, "Peace be with you Molly-O" and then I turned to share with others. When I turned back Grammie was gone and a lady said to me, "I don't know you. Are you new?" I told her we were visiting, that I was Dee King's grandaughter. She said something along the lines of how lucky I was and how much everyone misses her.
Waking up I see this as a nice message from Grammie. She is at peace and would like us to be as well. I am lucky to have had her in my life and I cherish every minute of time I had with her.
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