Daymares

I woke up early this morning with low blood glucose, and once I had it stabilized, I went back to bed. I had the most horrible dream! I dreamed that someone had stolen my dog! Not Cooper or Jerry, but Ace. Bill and I had to have Ace put down just about a year ago, and I guess my subconscious was dredging that up.

In my dream, I found the guy who had stolen my dog, and I was chasing him running as fast as I could. I guess in my dream I could still run. I caught up with him and was trying to beat the shit out of him to get him to tell me where Ace was, but he kept getting away. I was so panicked and my anger was out of control; I'm surprised I wasn't screaming with rage out loud. I'm not sure how I finally woke up; up until a minute ago I was thinking Jerry jumped on me for a kiss but now I realize Bill had taken the dogs outdoors with him to let me sleep.

The rest of the day was restful and stress-free. I love this late summer/early autumn weather! The slanting sunlight, the aromas of the woods and a touch of wood smoke in the air, and cool temperatures inviting the use of the oven and the creation of huge pots of soups and stews! It wasn't until I was cleaning the kitchen after dinner that I remembered that the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up as well. Mom died "suddenly" on the last day of summer. I say "suddenly" because I guess everyone else saw it coming except my sister and I. Mom and I didn't get along that well for most of our lives together. She was one of those people who had to find fault with everything, and I always felt that whenever she saw me do anything well it enraged her.  The last few months that she was alive, she stopped being that way. For the first time in my memory, she stopped fretting about every penny everything was costing her personally. She allowed me to take her to the furniture store to get a lift chair for her apartment, and we talked about getting her a mobility scooter. And then she was gone.