"I hope I slept in"

I am working 4pm till 1am all weekend. When I come home I have to read a bit to wind down and after last evenings shift did not turn out the light till 2:30 as I stayed awake to finish The Shack.
My son and his girlfriend bounced into my room and when they announced it was 12:30 post-lunch, I was delighted to know I had a great long sleep.

Now I will be refreshed for my shift this evening.

I remember one dream: I had a large pot of something delicious on the stove and unexpected numbers started to gather round my kitchen. At one point I was aware that my ex husband S was there and was so happy to see him, but wondered if he would leave stormy when he realized my friend D was sitting at the kitchen table. S seemed to saunter happily off to the dining room with part of the crowd and I went to sit at the kitchen table with others. Once seated I realized that everyone Including both S and D had moved to the dining room with fun and laughter and that I was alone at the kitchen table - fretting over whether everyone would get along.
lol
I understand the dream completely: quit fussing about being responsible for whether others accept one another. Just love and live and allow them to make choices for themselves.

Mind you there is a detail of the dream I do not yet get. D had combed his hair all flat and parted it to the side. I was just shaking my head quizzical, no time to ask him about it but storing the question away to enquire later. He has gorgeous hair that is best left wild and curly like the halo of Michelangelo's statue. Why the heck would he plaster it down?

Money does not buy happiness, but it sure makes a nice down payment.  :)

That old adage sprang to mind with todays question because of course, it is second it the list of what people want:  to feel safe; to not worry about material things.  So sometimes we yearn for a so much  $$$ that we believe we will never worry about $$$ again.
But what do people really want?
To feel connected.  To love and be loved.
The Myth of King Midas we learn preschool pretty much sums it up. 

Morning confusion. I set the alarm for 6:01 and must have hit the hour button alongside setting the alarm because I now discover from the computer that it is 5:15 and CBC is playing national Australian radio.  I knew it played Radio Holland after midnight but did not know Canadian airwaves roved about all night.  ...ooo now it is playing Radio Romania International.
Two mornings ago I was nestled deep in sleep when at 8:15 my son answered the phone to find I was supposed to be at work at 8:00.

Maybe I have Vicarious Jetlag on behalf of my 14 year old who just got back from Japan 36 hrs ago and was zombiod all day yesterday 
Not having traveled in a long time, I have been jealous of his trip and this must be my unique way of experiencing it with him.  :)

What?  My mothers love for me
Who: my mother
Though now that I look closely at the photo, I see she has a knife in her hand.  :)

Right vs Left
I was preschool and this was the first time I recall asking that a concept be explained to me. No doubt learning before that was by subconscious absorption.
My mother expained that right and left were relative to vantage point.
In that concrete stage of brain development I internally balked and was offended at the fluid nature of right and left.  I must have developed a mental block right then and there because to this day, I have trouble figuring out right from left.
So I guess I never really did 'learn' it:  even though I trusted my mother as I assert in my previous blog.
In retrospect this has taught me that humans may shut the door to knowledge and wisdom when it transgressions the paradigms they are comfortable with.