Random thoughts

How is it that dreams work? Sat night I dreamed that I was to meet Mike in the chapel and he had some little boy (I don't know who he was). I couldn't find Mike and couldn't hear the little boy, so I knew they weren't in there. The strange part came Sun AM. I had a really hard time waking up and an even harder time getting ready for church. I didn't have much hurry in me, but was trying to get out in time for church. Mike in his great wisdom offered to go to church and get us a place to sit. I had to tell him about my dream and tell him to not forget to go to church. I sure would like to know how my subconscious knew before hand that Mike would go to church before me.

My back was pretty stiff when I tried to get up this morning. The worst was when I tried to bend over and pick up my TPN backpack. (It was filling those darn walls of water yesterday). Fortunately it felt better after my warm bath this morning and it didn't bother me today.

We had our weekly census meeting this morning. I keep thinking we are about done and my crew leader keeps pulling out more binders. Today I told her that I have to quit so I can get ready for my trips. I had one phone call to make so I met up with her this afternoon and turned my stuff in. She pointed out a BIG boo boo I made on some EQs that I turned in last week. I had said that the house was occupied but there were no people listed. I guess I had listed them on a blank EQ because they were Spanish speaking and I didn't want to mess up the real EQ. Then I forgot to transfer the info to the real EQ. The problem is that I threw away the EQ with the info. All that saved me was that I had written down the rancher's phone number. I was able to call him and get enough info to complete the form. I did remind my Crew Leader that I had already quit so she couldn't fire me.

One last story. I skyped the little boys yesterday and Mark told me what he wanted Grandma to show him when we go on our trip. He repeated the same one word several times for me. I guess I missed Grandma school that day (and a whole lot of other days too, I have lots to learn) anyway Molly finally told me that he was saying shark. The problem is that seeing a shark is not on the agenda his parents have made up. Maybe Mark and grandma will have to go on a little trip of our own. Or I will overwhelm him with lots of other stuff so he doesn't miss the shark. Or better yet, he doesn't know what a shark look like. Hummmmmmmm