I dreamed of Red River last night. In my dreams I know that I don’t live there anymore, but I miss it. Is it a Freudian thing? I don’t think I miss it, but yet I dream about it. It’s funny how things have been in our brain for so long, that they just keep coming back – like dreaming of my grandmother’s house or dreaming of my father. It makes me wonder about future dreams. What house will I dream of ten years from now?
We worked on the house Saturday since the weather was tolerable. Shay (Lindz’ husband) helped work, and helped to make things fun. Sunday was not workable weather. Monday was the pits, but we did do a little work when Toby got home. Today the trusses are coming. Tomorrow is supposed to be nice – I am sure we will hit it hard. Come on sunshine!