|Long time, no hear...
||[Jul. 2nd, 2005|07:43 am]
|||||Soul Asylum ~ Homesick||]|
I opened up my CD case yesterday and re-discovered a CD I hadn't listened to in years! Soul Asylum ~ Grave Dancer's Union. I'd forgotten how much I liked that one. This reminded me that I also want to replace my Live ~ Throwing Copper CD. It's been a while since I heard that one, too. Too long.
The last few days have been wierd. For at least a few months, I can't really recall dreaming. I mean, I'm sure I do, but nothing vivid or memorable. Until Thursday night. I dreamed about Mason. And now, the details have faded. I don't remember *what* I dreamt about him. Just that he was there and it was very clearly him.
Most of my dreams are your basic dream variety, I suppose. When I'm really exhausted and get the night terror/sleep paralysis combo it sucks, but most of the time, it's just dreams of neat stuff. This was somewhere in between. I definately had the "this is NOT good" feeling when I woke up and it was also one of those that seemed so real that I half expected to turn around and see him standing in my doorway.
It made me really glad that Morgan will be out of town for the next few days.
Right. Logically, there is no reason why he would turn up 10 years later and have a leg to stand on as far as taking her away, but it made me want to get my ass and gear and get the whole adoption thing off the ground. She has a daddy. She loves him and he loves her and Mason Hensel has NO place in her life. Ever. If she grows up and wants to persue him, that's totally up to her...but I don't see that happening.
When she figured everything out, she didn't really have many questions about him. She didn't even want to see any pictures. Her primary concern when Nate said "Baby, you know I love you more than anything in this world, right?" was "But you love my brothers just as much, right, daddy???". My baby girl. So sweet. She wasn't worried about if she was loved, but wanted to make sure her brothers had just as much love as she felt.
Anyhow, yeah, I was totally freaked. There have only been a few times in my life that I've dreamt something that really happened. It's scary. So when I have a dream that vivid, I spend a few days wondering if it's going to come to fruition.
Bah, enough of that. I don't know what got him into my subconscious, but he needs to get the fuck out.
Working a little late today for one of the guys in the office who had something to do. He'll be in about 4. Then it's just me and Max and I'm off work till Tuesday morning. Thinking we may go hang out with the Dago and Keith and let Max and A. play or Gio mentioned maybe going out on the river. It'll be nice to have some just me and Max time on a holiday weekend.
Monday night, I plan on getting some sparklers and maybe a few small fireworks and having Logan and C & W over to watch the neighbors do fireworks over the lake. It's usually a nice little show.
I refuse to fight the downtown traffic and spend the evening out in the heat, crowds and parking disaster that is the levee on the 4th, so this way, C has air conditioning nearby and we can have ice cream and do sparklers and have a nice time. :)