It is more Photoshop than Poser this time. It is a mash of various public domain images from NASA.
I have been catching up on the Stephen Hawking and Morgan Freeman shows I had on DVR. I love space and how mind-boggling it is. The possibility of universes inside of universes and what WAS before the Big Bang and black holes and and and…you get it, right? Of course, when you get tired of thinking, you can just look. My husband bought me a very nice telescope a few years ago, but I don’t get to use it much due to being in the city. Maybe we can get ourselves a dependable babysitter and start going to star parties.
Aside from bad art, I’ve been taking pictures of anything and everything lately. I decided to start using my Flickr account again. I’m always open to new social site friends.
While we were in college, Gilbert liked to gift me wildflowers that he would pick from the fields around our dorms. Quite often, I would get in my car after class and find a bunch of flowers in my seat.
From a very young age, Xander started doing this as well. There are still dried flowers in the bottom of the stroller. I finally had to designate a vase to keep my collection of flowers he picks for me. A few months ago he had been playing in the backyard by himself. He comes in with a frown on his face. “Mom-mom (yes, I’m not mommy or momma). I’m sorry I broke your flower. I tried to pick you a rose and I broke a big piece off.”
Silly boy. I was just glad that he did not cut himself. Some of my rose bushes have huge thorns. I went outside to see that an entire branch had been broken off. I trimmed the rose stem and added it to my vase. ♥ Yeah, my house is filled with dead flowers.
He started a Kindergarten prep class yesterday. This was so hard for me. I had to hurry out of the school before I started crying and anyone noticed. We were worried how he would adjust to school since he has never been to daycare or preschool. According to the teacher, he did wonderfully.
I think Gil and I have done a pretty good job. He’s amazingly intelligent and polite. He’s such a wonderful little boy.
He was so excited to leave this morning. Everyone in his class is already his friend. 
So now it is just Linette and I, who is still working on her hour-long breakfast and randomly waving at me. Then there is the occasional squeal as a kitten runs by. I love my babies.
As I had promised a few people, here is a bit more elaboration on my fascination with dreams. Although it as been over a decade, the details of the dream and what transpired later are still very clear.
I was 17 and dealing with some of the standard teenage angst. It turned out that the person I considered one of my best friends wasn’t much of a friend at all. I was in a fairly serious relationship – we had discussed marriage – but he had recently moved to another state. It didn’t take long for it to come out that the supposed friend had been wanting to steal my boyfriend for quite some time. The events of the following dream were fairly mundane and made sense for what I was dealing with at the time.
My boyfriend and I were lying in the grass in my front yard. We were staring up at the sky (or trying to, there were trees blocking the view) and just enjoying each other’s company. At some point my friend walked up and started talking to the boyfriend. She was trying very hard to get his attention away from me. He simply ignored her and turned to me and we started talking. She eventually gave up and walked away.
Nothing special, right? I did not discuss this dream with anyone since it was pretty unremarkable, but for some reason it did not fade from memory like most dreams do.
Several days later my boyfriend and I had our weekly phone call. Out of nowhere he tells me that he dreamed about ‘her’. Of course I’m like, “Wha?”, but he is quick to let me know it was nothing like that. He recounts the same exact dream that I had, but from his perspective. After further discussion, I deduced that he had it the same night I had my dream.
Sometimes I wonder if it would have been even stranger if I asked the friend if had any recent dreams about the boyfriend and me. When telling another friend about our dreams, she exclaimed that we are probably soul mates. Of course, that was untrue since I did not meet my soul mate until college, although I did have a very vague dream about my husband several months before meeting him.
I wonder, are the people in my dreams dreaming about me too?
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