Author: bonniemitsch

I am working with kids at a school. I have them line up in a certain order. We go off sledding on this, beautiful, white snow.

I have the kids do the same learning activities every day. A girl from the class comes and talks to me about changing that up. She wants to learn about lucid dreaming. I agree.

Earlier, I keep telling different people about being accused of not “controlling” the kids. I say the kids were just being kids.

Day Notes: Brian and Jean Marie leave today. I got embarrassed when Paul said I was being too bossy, too much of a “teacher” in front of Brian and Jean Marie. I talked with him later about this. I find it hard to find a happy medium with not “helping” Paul with memory issues and being too co-dependent.

#1 I am cutting up a green plant to make paint. I am to paint a picture on a wall down the basement. It is a picture of a woman in a sun hat. Feeling: happy

#2 My car broke down. It think it is my old car I named “Stanley” that I owned in my late 20’s and early 30’s. I am working out the insurance. (I got into a couple of accidents with Stanley and had him fixed both times, even though the insurance adjuster said he was “totaled”.) I am hoping to get the money from the adjuster. I go to a hardware store and stand in line. I am to show the clerk the paper work.

Day Notes; Paul and I had our friends, Brian and Jean Marie visiting. Maybe this has to do with me getting a knee replacement. (I loved Stanley!)

#1. Seeing Ian. Ian and I look at each other. He doesn’t recognize me. I say, “Ian, it is me, Bonnie.”(both of us are our age)

#2 I am standing at a huge gathering of people who are all coming and sitting down at these rectangular tables. It reminds me of up in Tower in the church basement. (feels crowed). There are family and friends there. I see my brother, Dan, sitting at one fo the tables looking at a card (greeting, sympathy card?). I also see my cousin, Johnny, walking in.

Terry, my brother-in-law, who died between Christmas and New Years arrives. He is in his early 50’s. (died at 72 and was very thin and struggling with poor lungs) He looks healthy. He has thick, wavy hair, pepper/grey. He is wearing a black and white, large plaid shirt. He comes and sits down next to Dan. I know the celebration is for Terry.

I am standing up to one siding watching the goings on. I am to create a book of photos of Terry for him. I am a bit nervous about doing this. (my usual nerves about doing a good job). EOD