Herself: Finished the latest essay. Mended, read, did small things that make me smile and read more of Stephanie Plum. SDSU beat BYU….basketball polarizes this family. Two nephews have just moved their families to the west coast.
Lenora is selling her dream.
Lessa isn’t selling hers, she’s just starting on a new dream. Me? I’d love to sell this condo and buy a one story something. What are these dreams that tie us to a piece of earth? With this economy, I am just grateful to own a tiny bit of land near the sea. When the big one hits, it will probably all collapse on top of Grumpy and vanish. Ah, an actuality.
The reality right now is that I have all these grandkids, and I know many of them have never met each other. First cousins in a small family divided by alcoholism and opinions. I worry. Mohave and Kay look much alike, but have they met? I don’t think so. Beth, Aaron, and Sally look alike. They’ve never met. Sally’s dads took their dreams to Spain. More economic factors keep me away from Spain to California and my three story condo.
We can’t stop dreaming. Gotta keep the hope moving, keep the energy jolting along, keep ourselves truckin’ even if it means climbing stairs, and we especially need to transcend our own thinking with love. But still I worry.