Dream

Things have eased up a bit around here, now for packing. My Tibbles, Gibbles and Adam are going away for the weekend and unfortunately, I can't make it. I am going to my Aunt D's 50th Anniversary celebration at (get this) The Transylvania Club. I wouldn't miss it for the world, although, I think I may have pink eye. I dropped my contact in the sink, although I cleansed it, I woke up with a puffy eye. I googled it, and one of the remedies suggested was breast milk. Hmmmm, I don't have any lactating friends, but maybe if I call around, I could secure one. I woke up today, a bit unsettled. Not only was my eye gross, but I had had a dream of having a baby in the bathtub (9 pounds, 4 ounces). It was a beautiful fat black haired baby named Rosa. I was so relieved that there was no one around when I had her. It was a relaxing labour. Immediately after the birth, I went over to my neighbours to go to a community supper. The baby pooped, and then Adam told me it was grainy. I could see all these little seeds, like flax seeds. Weird because: 1) I hate community suppers. 2) No more babies in my future (thank god). 3) I did see an old bathtub on my power walk last night. 4) I did eat some multi grain crackers, prior to retiring to bed. Adam put the stairs back in down to the basement last night. I helped a bit, I was feeling pretty lazy, and my job was to lie down on the floor upstairs and use the hammer drill in an upside down position. So "the girls" became very uncomfortable squashed on the threshold of the steps, I felt like I had had a two hour mammogram. Meanwhile, Wookie, has decided she enjoys power tools. She stole the screws, licked the bit of the drill, and licked the end of the sledge hammer. Regardless, we have the stairs in, the basement has actual basement jack posts, and things may just be looking up. . . . Now, I am wondering about the actual jack posts, they say they hold 8000 pounds each (there is about a 5 foot span between them), we put in two (where the exsiting support was originally, it is by a stairway). I am wondering how much they are actually holding, obviously what was there for 130 years had done an admirable, but in past years, a failing job. Old houses do have slope, and ours certainly did, I think in total (I may ask Adam later), we jacked the house up about 4 inches------ very slowly. When the house fell down in the midst of it, that was kind of scary. They posts are holding up the main floor, and the upper floor, and the attic. I think what we have is called balloon construction. So I will ponder away as I start sewing a button on a pair of Adam's shorts.