Family Lines

This is my great-nephew, Lewis. He kept asking when I would have a baby, I told him not anytime soon. He said to go buy one. I think he wants someone else to play with.

Lewis likes the "rock on" hand symbol. I tried it, but I think I threw up gang signs instead.

We shared a donut in the style of Lady and the Tramp...

My niece Linda is in there somewhere!!

I wish I could make this face and still be so cute...

IQ Test

Which of these things do not belong?

Part One

At the scoop where one side of Ganey Hill and the other side of Sappor Hill meet, sits a house. It is not bombastic and doesn't flirt like the other houses that saunter their way up the Hills. Living in the house is a woman in her early fifties. Her name is Mrs. Oliver. She dotes on her windowbox gardens and fine collection of sugar bowls, and these things keep her busy. Her tiny dog named Hanover sleeps in the crook of her knees at night and every morning sits on her toes that peek out of blue satin bedroom slippers while she eats toast and a banana. He makes sure she is never alone, and that there are never any crumbs on the floor.

Once a week or so the front door shakes with a steady, sharp knock. Invariably it occurs while she takes her afternoon tea in the sunroom facing Sappor Hill. She answers it faithfully though she knows only an empty stoop will greet her. She is never surprised or angered, only curious. But on one Tuesday afternoon as she approaches a freshly rapped door, the usual troupe of footsteps tapping down three weather beaten steps and onto the sidewalk, are absent. Hanover stays quiet but close, sniffing and grunting at the sliver of light winking through the mail slot as someone on the other side of it sways back and forth.

Mrs. Oliver is a brave woman, but one who takes comfort in familiarity. The rapping on the door keeps the same rhythm from week to week, just as the tempo of the footsteps. This week is no different, only the footsteps have gone silent. Her curiosity rises to bewilderment. She wraps her knotty fingers around the door handle, squeezing it like she would the hand of an old friend she hadn't seen in years, before giving it a hard turn and pull.

She and Hanover stare at a young boy. His hair points in all different directions, sticking up and out with no care for the authority of a comb. He rolls his lips inward into a nervous smile and looks down at Hanover. Hanover promptly sits by Mrs. Oliver's right foot, curling his tail around the back of her heel .

The boy looks up at Mrs. Oliver. Showing off teeth that also point in all different directions, he tells her, "I'm Jack."

Dream Junkie

So I dreamt that I was on the Coronado Bridge, and all exits headed towards New York City. I was far left when I realized that the last exit was for New Jersey. I was able to swerve over and catch a NYC exit because there were no other cars. There were no obstructions, by the ways of machines or people or weather. I was queen of the road, and I knew exactly where I wanted to go. When I woke up my first thought was, what a geographically impossible idea! But, then I realized how metaphorically, it was a lesson in history and prediction for the future. Here's the breakdown:

• I had nothing or no one behind me on the Coronado Bridge. That signified San Diego. Although I know I could never really leave San Diego on the Coronado Bridge, in my mind I knew I was.
  
• I almost went to New Jersey, but didn't. This is the history. I almost went to New Jersey, but didn't.
  
• When I did decide to go to New York, it was a smooth easy ride, and no one or nothing was stopping me. I'd like to think that this is a prediction for the future.
  

So, what fun really is it to explain dreams to other people? None, except for the dreamer. It's the one thing I can think of that only the self sees. The place I saw in my dream doesn't exist, no one else has been there or seen it. I can't explain how that is exciting to me, but it is; especially since it seemed like a personal journey. It's one I've already taken, am currently on, and have yet to finish.

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I think the desk Feng Shui works. I have teals, reds, and yellows tactically placed for positive change. The day I placed them, a couple of weeks ago, I got good news. I know it's been hard for my Amy dear because the teal jelly beans are on the far corner of the desk. But, when the Feng has done it's Shui-ing I'm sure they'll be highly accessible to her.