Dreams

I dreamed that I'd gaven birth to twins. I wasn't supposed to give birth to twins -- it was supposed to be just one baby. I didn't even realize I'd had twins until I went in to check on my baby in his crib and saw two of them lying there. The father had buggered off, so I found myself a single mom of newborn twins.

I remember my two biggest dilemmas were: 1) trying to figure out what to name the babies (I had a baby name book in the dream that told me "tulip" meant "twin"), and 2) trying to decide whether to take time off of work or not.

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I believe a completely separate (and earlier in the evening) dream involved me and some friends escaping from a supermarket. We met up with Marc, who had just come back from his pre-burn season, and I remember him running to the car (on the opposite side of the parking lot from the supermarket) behind us. It was a tense, "run faster, the supermarket people are going to catch us!" sort of feel.

Managing my state

It's been a long couple of days. Yesterday was Bubby's funeral, at which I gave one of the eulogies. From all reactions I've gathered so far, it seems to have gone over quite well, and I'm happy to be able to do justice to my Bubby's memory. I spent a great deal of time at the shiva house yesterday and today. (note to non-Jews: Judaism has a tradition called "shiva," which involves the close family of the deceased gathering together in one house for a week to be together and receive visitors. There are other regulations for shiva, but that's the main point. As the grand-daughter, I'm not one of the official mourners, but I still want to be there for my father, aunt, and uncle, who are.) Attending the shiva house is surprisingly tiring, given that you're not really doing anything other than talking with people and making sure the mourners have enough food.

Other than fatigue, I've been pretty good. Taught two good classes today, and only have two more to plan this week (both on Wednesday). I've been appreciating that I can do tangible things to help my family -- like driving relatives around, making sure plates and cups stay full, and simply being there to talk. Not much time online, but I'll manage somehow. *grin*

Anyway. Ian's on his way over, and we're going to head back to the shiva house. Bye for now.