Something else I've been dreaming about is photography. Tara (fellow aspirer and awesome photographer) sent a link to me the other day at http://www.weddingshow.com/. Someday, we are going to do this. Because you gotta have a dream too.
I need more hours in the day.
Tomorrow is the last day of eight hour-age at my job. The plan is for Derrick to stay home tomorrow, get us packed **!** (A moment of silence here..... and appreciation.... to go on a trip and not have to pack sounds even BETTER than a dream come true for me!!!) (One more moment of silence- this is just that good..............okay, now we proceed), then he will load up stuff and kids, pick me up at work at the end of my day, and onward to Seattle we shall go! :))) It will be so good to see David and Tara, spend time with them and also away from snow. I plan on wearing a bikini while we are there. I don't care if it's raining and cold- it'll be warmer there than it is here!!!
It is so gray outside today. I'm tired- it was one of those dreaming nights last night- the kind that you wake up from feeling weepy and emotional. It was weird though- instead of Mom, I was dreaming about Dad. Actually, it was about a letter I had written about Dad (in my dream, because I've never actually written anything like that). It was all crumpled up, and had some sad stuff scribbled all over it. There were big x's crossing off all of the sad stuff, and the words "He cares more than you know" were written over and over in the side margins. It doesn't surprise me that I dreamed about him. I called him last night and we talked for about five minutes. It's just so hard- our relationship always sorta hinged on Mom. She was the one I talked to when I called. If he ever answered the phone, it was always a quick "hi" for us and then he'd ask if I wanted to talk to Mom and I would say "Yep, love ya Dad" and then it was on to Mom.
I've been reading a book about goals and time management, and one of the goals the writer mentioned is building a closer relationship with one's dad. That kind of caught me off guard. Aren't parental relationships supposed to be one of those effortless bonds that just happen because of all of the shared DNA<--- Yeah, I know that last sentence doesn't even make sense, but a part of me resents that my little idealistic notion isn't reality.
The truth is, my dad worked really hard to support six children and a wife that he loved dearly, and a lot of the time I was growing up he was sleeping (he worked night-shifts). He has a genius and a passion for anything mechanical, and one of his favorite pastimes is working on cars (or tinkering with anything with bolts and metal parts). I inherited a large amount of introversion from him, and also the inclination to get obsessed with projects, although mine are more crafty/artsy where as his are mechanical. I've typed him as ISTP where as I am INFP (those links go to a pretty brutal typing link, but it feels accurate- probably because each type is a composite description from many of that specific type) (As another complete side note, I find it hilarious that the INFP description is so much longer than the ISTP- it WOULD be! INFPs are WAAAAY more concerned about this kind of stuff, as of course that personality type would be... I could go on and on...).
Anyhoo, I'm searching for a welding class for us to have a common bond with- something I could use with jewelry and projects, and he could use on his metal stuff- he just got a plasma cutter to play with. Haven't found anything yet, but I bet the Adult Education at the Emily Dickenson School will eventually have one. Put that one in the goal category too, I guess.
So... those are my rambling and disjointed thoughts today:)
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