Dreams

I have been having dreams lately. Good ones, mostly.

Things like: 

remembering how happy I was the first time I was big enough to jump the ditch at my parent's house without falling in.

ice "skating" on that ditch when it was frozen over.  We never had ice skates, we had boots and shoes, but we did have an imagination.  In fact, I never have worn ice skates in my life.

Waking up at Grandma's trailer.  Which is bittersweet. This November she will have been dead for seven years.  Seven!   I miss that woman. She got to meet Jon and then she died.  Doesn't seem fair. Not at all.

And the older I get the more I think, there is nothing like home folks.

I'm lucky and I have home folks far away. 

My friends Ruth and Joe are also home folks.  I'd feel lonely without them.