this morning i dreamed about Shamus who passed away 7 years ago. i was playing with him in the family room and eating pink ice cream out of the half gallon box. i think it was raspberry with chocolate swirl, my dad's favorite. we were enjoying ourselves. my little brother came over with one of the twins from down the street all muddy from a soccer game they had just won. their uniforms were emerald green. they started playing with Shamus and getting him all excited. then he ran over and grabbed the ice cream from me and ran away with it. i just let him. my dad came down the stairs and asked me if i knew where the ice cream was, since it wasn't in the freezer where it was supposed to be. i said to check behind the dog crate. he gave me a funny look and went over there. sure enough Shamus was eating it in the corner. my dad took the ice cream and ate it, even though the dog's mouth had just been there, and then he went back upstairs. i looked at Shamus and with my eyes told him i was sorry he didn't get to finish his treat. everyone in my dream was from about 10 years past, except i was the way i am right now.
photo, care of 1987
on another note, this morning i tried to do some crazy step-aerobic exercise on fittv. those people are nuts. i cannot get my body to step in place and then move my arms in random ways. i need to stick to tai chi or tae bo. at least those exercises have a purpose to their motions. and besides...i heart billy blanks.
