Dreams and Floods

I wrote a wonderful blog post in my head last night in the middle of the night.  Of course turns out it makes no sense this morning.  I've been remembering lots of strange dreams lately.  I woke up from a horrible one this morning that I'm still trying to shake off and remind myself that it was JUST A DREAM.  Lately I dream about my father a lot and in the dreams he is always fine...alive again and no Alzheimer's.  In my dream it turns out that it wasn't Alzheimer's, it was something else that could be fixed and so he's my Dad again.  And my sister Judi has been in my dreams lately....always when she was dying though, with all her hair gone.  It's hard to wake up from those sometimes.  I haven't dreamed about my mother.  Maybe it's too soon.  The other thing I've been dreaming is that it turns out I didn't take enough classes to graduate from high school.  So even though I went to college and graduate school, I have to go back and take classes.....and I can't force myself to go and I keep missing them and panicking.  Sometimes when I wake up I have to remind myself that I did indeed graduate from high school and no one is forcing me to take classes....  Nonsensical stuff but unsettling.

 

The pictures from Nashville break my heart.  The most horrible thing is of course the loss of life because of the flooding but I must admit that I also always worry about the loss of old buildings and environments at times like this....even when things can be restored, sometimes that strips them of the old details and character.  It's just a loss no matter what.

On a brighter note Kristi Rose and Fats say their house is o.k. and look what a treat we have-----a clip of them at Folk Alliance this spring on Music Fog: