Tonight I made a stew from pork sausage, carrots, fennel stalks, onion and chick peas. I served this stew over white rice. Belle delighted in grabbing the fork and feeding me, taking very little for herself. When I sat her down with her own bowl, Belle politely turned it over and asked for milk. Belle fell asleep in my arms about as soon as she climbed into them, exhausted from a full day's play.
I keep dreaming about presents. This morning I dreamed a family in our parish had a gift for me. I woke up before I could receive it. The previous morning I dreamed I drew gift boxes on construction paper with Crayola, re-creating colours and textures found on fine wrapping paper. What means this?