A better day, because it couldn’t get worse?

 RE: Yesterday, I had a disagreement (to say the least) with my wife, Kathy. It’s as personal as personal gets, but that’s all I am saying. I believe it is settled and better days are ahead. It didn’t involve anyone else but just us two. I love my wife and our relationship is invaluable to me.

Things I value in order.

My relationship with God and His people.

My relationship with Kathy.

Gabriel Sean.

(What? Gabriel Sean gets his own line? Well, his life and our new life together is all hope and all headed up. He is so fresh and new and full of possibility! What could be more important than the future. There are no issues. He doesn’t ask for anything, but just curls up on my chest and loves me. That is so complete. So fulfilling. When I think of Gabe, I think I can do anything. I feel like a young man again wondering what joys, accomplishments, greatness awaits. I really need that these days. We all do. Thanks to Gabriel Sean for giving me that feeling.)

Grace, Ben, Deb.

My other family, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, in-laws and out-laws.

My other local friends.

My job.

My WWW friends.

All my tech stuff that should keep me connected to all of the above. But, it seems sometimes that stuff keeps us apart more than it keeps us together.

Our house.

Our other stuff.

This nice cup of coffee I have just made.

Whatever else I’ve missed.

Last night I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed that we took everything out of our living room. Everything. It was like a big New York style dance studio floor made out of an old store or warehouse or something. Then the floor of our craft room was gone and the wall separating our bedroom from that craft room, so I could look over our dressers at the foot of our bed and down into the living room that was empty.

But, wait, it wasn’t empty. Kathy had invited some old people over to play memory on a tiny table in the corner of the big empty dance studio room wood floor. It was an old lady and she looked like Grandma Jensen AND she looked like Kathy 30 years older. Who was she?

I woke all the way up.

At work, they are playing games with our mail. Saturday I had about half the mail I usually have and for the past two-three months it has been so every Saturday. Today we will have twice the average amount of mail and it has been like that. I think the USPS management is holding up mail on the weekends to get statistics to "prove" that we can handle no Saturday delivery. It makes for miserable Mondays for most of us. I don’t care. I can take an easy Saturday and work 10-12 hours every Monday if that is what they want. It’s poor service for the customers though.

The record high temperatures of last week appear to have gone. Welcome to pre-Winter Fall.