 Little Souvenir of a Terrible Year | 17 August 2002 Hurrah! Ray and I are not getting a divorce! We made up a few days ago and things are good between us again. Not perfect, but good. And that's good. The kids had their doctor's appointment a few days ago. AJ got shots. He cried at first, but within a few minutes, he was fine. Their doctor is really cool. She's in her late 20's, and she's really hip and stuff. She was wearing the coolest shoes. You can tell a lot about a person by their shoes you know. My sister Brenda makes all of her snap judgements about people based on their shoes. Boof sent me a letter. She's such a crackhead. She was talking nonchalantly about how there was a bomb threat at her job (!) and then got all worked up in a tizzy because her school books don't fit in her new book bag. The girl is not right. And of course, she sent me more pictures of her mangy cat. Seriously, why does she send me pictures of her cat? Does she think I care about that fleabag? She went up to the cabin we used to stay at every summer when we were younger and sent me a bunch of pictures. God, we hated that place! The main cabin didn't have a bathroom, so when you needed to pee, you had to hike up a bunch of steps to go to the smaller cabin. There was no phone, we couldn't get any TV stations--there was nothing to do. Well, I mean, we could canoe across the lake, or go swimming, but really, that gets old really fast when you do it every single day. Plus, that water was freaking cold, and after swimming in it for about a half an hour, our entire bodies would go numb. Needless to say, we didn't swim an awful lot. I used to hole myself up in my room and read. I would read two or three books a day. Mostly Sweet Valley Twins, Sweet Valley High and Babysitter's Club. (Shuddup! This was when I was young, and before I started reading quality literature.) The scariest dream I ever had was up there. It was right after my two older sister's had graduated high school, and finally the smaller cabin was free. I made that my own personal domicile. To an eleven-year-old, that was the bomb. I think it was my second or third night sleeping over there. I dreamt that I was running through the woods in the middle of the night and someone was chasing me. I was scared. I tried to hide behind a tree. I thought I was safe, but he found me. He pulled out a knife and stabbed me, and I died out there in the forest. People say when you dream your own death, it means you're going to die soon. Well, that was thirteen years ago and I'm still alive. I always have dreams of someone chasing me though. When I was about five or six, I had really vivid dreams of being chased by a green ghost. When I was pregnant with Lauren, I had a dream I was in the church I used to go to when I lived with my parents. I dreamt that I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see. I was chased by a group of people out of the church, but instead of the outside of the church, it was my dad's back yard, and it was filled with yellow flowers. The people who were chasing me turned into bloodhounds. Suddenly, the wind started blowing, and I could barely run. I saw my dad standing on the back porch and I was trying to run to him, but I couldn't because of the wind. I got to the old Mesquite tree that was back there and held on. But the dogs were coming after me still. I tried to run but then I was stuck to the tree and I couldn't move. I woke up just as the dogs were biting at my feet. I have some freaky dreams. Lately though I haven't dreamed very much, or if I do, I don't remember them. Well, I have to go. My monkeys are getting restless. Later. calvin & hobbs |