Daily 5 - Year 2, Day 55

Today's Daily 5:

1. 1 year, 55 days of making these lists!
2. cracking up while wandering around in the "farmstead" section of the historical village I visited with mom's cousin today, and hearing a sudden yelp of "Oh my god" and looking up to see a young man about my age who'd obviously been caring for the pigs in the pen, sprinting for the gate.  Clearly he'd managed to inadvertently aggravate the pigs, and there were about six of them chasing after him.  It was hilarious!
3. spending a bit more time with mom's cousin
4. making an impromptu trip to Ikea to stock up on candles and buy frames for a few art pieces
5. eating potstickers for lunch, and dipping them in sweet chili sauce
6. The smell of the old fashioned bakery at the historical village
7. wandering through the village with mom's cousin, and talking history (basically, letting the geek in me out to play!)
8. having an iphone to have easy access to some many things
9. I can now add to my list of experiences that I have literally had a pair of earrings cut out of my ears with a wire cutter by my dad.  That whole scenario made me laugh too.
10. Talking movies and books over dinner

And on again...

It was a short night anyway.  The kind where I was up too late, because I got home late, and then turned my attention to a number of things, and I was up too late, knowing I needed to be up kind of early this morning.

I wasn't sleeping in my own bed.  It seemed easier to stay at mom and dad's, knowing I'd be home late, and need to be back at their house early.  It was easier to sleep here, than to try and get home late and then navigate an early morning bus on the Saturday bus schedule.

I don't usually have vivid dreams when I'm not in my own bed.

But I did last night.

Processing dreams.  Too much on my mind.

I dreamt of Kirsten.  She and her husband James are walking through the valley of the shadow right now.  Today is the funeral service for Ewan Eliezer.  Kirsten's words this week have been powerful, and yesterday morning, as I watched the slideshow in this post she wrote, I sat and wept for this family that I've never met, but whose life I've shared a little, online.  I wept as through the beautiful images a friend of their family took, I got to sit with them as they said goodbye to their son.  And today, this afternoon, I'll be praying for them as they attend the funeral for Ewan Eliezer.  I dreamt of Kirsten, images from some of her posts this week, and I woke praying.

I dreamt of other things too.  Of a challenging situation I find myself in the midst of right now.  Of so many things that require some thought and prayer.  The snarky, feisty person who was laughing because it was really the only choice other than cry before going to bed went into hiding overnight, apparently.  She'll come back, at some point, but I woke tired, and heavy-hearted.

the kind of day where I reach (and I rarely reach) for over the counter painkillers to numb the headache before I ever crawl out of bed.

Not really wanting a day filled with people.  I want a day of holing up somewhere to pray and think, and maybe wallow just a little.

But, in a moment, I'm going to crawl out of bed, and in half-an-hour I'm going to walk out the door, and set aside the dreams for the morning at least.  I'm going to spend the day with people and choose to enjoy them, to enjoy the things we do, even when everything in me wants to spend the day as a hermit.  Because that's my choice too.  To set aside those moments and just be.  To shake off the remnants of dreams.

and on it goes...