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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Daddy died two years ago today. I had to look up the exact date; it's tagged as "the end of August" and "Gavi starting at Smith" in my head and heart.

Overall, I can tell it's been two years. The bad dreams are gone and the downright weird dreams are both infrequent and entertaining. Last week's involved Daddy having rented a hot air balloon with a 2-story resort villa suspended from it. It had several large spaces for entertaining including seating for well over 100 people spread across three large lounges even though the balloon itself wasn't full-sized and there were only a dozen or so of us who would be on board when it lifted off. The villa even included a jacuzzi tub, though it morphed into an oddly-shaped waterbed mattress by the time I got into it. Daddy was remarried in that dream, and very happy with his new wife. The dream ended after I'd been talking with both of them (though primarily with Daddy) for long enough to see he was in great shape physically, mentally, and emotionally. Neat. Weird, but neat. The balloon never actually lifted off, but we did go zooming along a river when we need to move to a different port while boarding was still taking place.

Susan drove past Chicago today on the rest of her journey home from being here for a couple of weeks. Jack left Chicago today on the first stage of his journey to New York and here. He's due in Sunday evening and will be here for the September Brimfield show and the New England Carnival Glass Association convention, just over a week in all. Win.

I've been blessed with a truly excellent summer. A healthy bunch of good times, excellent progress here at home (thanks in no small part to being home), and keeping up with business projects, too. Triple win. There's much more that needs doing, of course. There always has been; it seems likely there always will be. But right now, my life is easier and going better than it has been these past few years and I am luxuriating in that.

My heart is with friends and loved ones going through hard times and wishes them ease. My heart is also with friends and loved ones as they share the realities of their lives and celebrate their own joys and accomplishments. As always....


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Aug. 27th, 2013 08:43 pm (UTC)
That is a really neat, sweet, happy dream of your father.

After my Aunt died, I moved into her house for a few years. I had dreams that she was coming to visit me once or twice. I woke up before opening the door; now I wished I'd stayed asleep and welcomed her back to her home.
Aug. 28th, 2013 03:22 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear you are doing well and enjoying life. Events leave their markers, but in a way they are useful to steer by.
Aug. 29th, 2013 02:10 am (UTC)
I love the hot-air balloon. You have written so compellingly of your father that the dream really seems very like him.


Edited at 2013-08-29 02:10 am (UTC)
Sep. 3rd, 2013 04:17 am (UTC)
My father is five years gone and I still find myself thinking things like, "Gotta tell Dad about that!"
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