August 1, 2012

More from the Rear View Window

While visiting with our family friends in our old hometown, our boys watched the movie Fargo, which DH and I saw many years ago. It may be very acclaimed and well done, but this  Coen  Brothers plot was one I never wanted to witness again.  Yet, I felt the need to give occasional adult supervision,  so I re-experienced enough of the movie to give myself plenty of food for unforgettable dreams. It was close to midnight when the movie finished and that meant little time to put the images behind me.

Often my HP reveals things in dreams to me. My post-Fargo dreams were particularly unsettling. I woke frequently, with my mind making connections that I could not share. 

Next morning, I wanted to share my dreams and be reassured by DH and be soothed.   Our accommodations were not private enough, however.

I had also hoped DH would counter my anxiety when we realized our property manager  wanted us to cover another bill, for the care of our former home's landscaping. DH was imagining the worst, a thousand dollars worth of work.

I put aside my personal need for reassurance from DH, to make my own assessments of the situation.  I was feeling irritated for I thought I had taken care of all the necessities of preparing our house for renters!  Hadn't I done enough already, mowing, sweeping out the garage, arranging for painting and repairing the ac?  Guess not. 

I may not have liked doing it, but first I took care of paying the bill to have our AC fixed on the home we no longer live in.  Then, I accepted that my interactions with our property manager would be in voicemails, email and texts.  In the end, I did decide that paying for a onetime yard cleanup and pruning might be the right thing to do.

When I look back over this past Monday, I feel pretty good about how much ground our family covered.

Besides the "house calls,"  there were health concerns to take care of.   Our had son came back from camp with broken glasses, which got repaired quickly at his old eye doctor yesterday morning.  Then, in the afternoon DS got a last visit in with his old orthodontist, and they gave me all his records for the new ortho to use in finishing his treatment.  

As soon as that appointment was over, we were ready to roll.

And I was ready for a real nap, as my husband drove us eight hours to our new home state.


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  2. While I realize this wasn't the point, I will share with you that I feel my HP communicates with me via dreaming. Sadly, I can permit my life to be too cluttered so I miss the message.

  3. Ah, but the dreams are the one thing in my post that WAS indeed directly connected to a program principal. I do think that in recovery each of us finds out how our HP BEST communicates to us.

    Dreams are part of that, for me. But as you say, ~grateful, sometimes we only have a wee bit of time to pay attention. As we are waking... might just be "good enough."

    I think taking time for dream reflections and writing, even just once a week, is insightful. May you find that time, now~


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