Oh, How Funny

My little sister and I have shared many things--a bedroom, clothes, friends. Is it possible to share pain? Last week M said she had hurt her back but wasn't sure how she hurt it. Well, yesterday my back was hurting. Isn't that funny?

The reason my back was hurting was because we moved furniture the day before. From the upstairs, out the front door, down some steps, to the truck. Then we drove to the selling place, unloaded, and placed the furniture in our selling space. Here is how we got the computer desk from the second floor to the truck:

Are your ready? Yes
Wait! Wait! Ok, now I'm ready.
Stop! (set the desk on the step, place right foot next to the desk, left foot on the step below) OK, ready.
Stop! (set the desk on the step, place right foot next to the desk, left foot on the step below) OK, ready.
Stop! (set the desk on the step, place right foot next to the desk, left foot on the step below) OK, ready.

All the way down 10 steps. Then we did the same thing going down the outside steps. I can only imagine how funny it looked.

The alarm goes off. Hit the snooze button. I can get ready in time. Fall asleep and have this dream:

I'm coming back from a business trip. The plane is leaving from New Jersey but I pass a building that says "High Point College" (High Point, NC). Everyone in my group is leaving in separate taxis. I get to my drop off point. I'm still sitting but this time in a high chair like a bar stool. And the chair is gliding down the sidewalk. I pass three wedding parties. One I take particular attention to: the bridesmaids gowns are brown and sage green--different but the colors did seem to go together. My chair starts up the stairs but there are too many people walking down the steps so I have to get off. When I get off, I look back. There is a puddle at the bottom of the steps and right beyond that is my friend from high school. We recognize each other right away. "T you haven't changed at all!" (He didn't...looked just like the last time I saw him 22 years ago at our 10 year reunion.) I go, jump over the puddle, and by the time I reach him he says, "Sure I've changed." He had shrunk himself down, like he folded himself up. All you could see where his feet, half his upper torso, all of his arms, and his head. "I know you haven't changed that much!" I say. "You're right," and he unfolded himself back to full height. Aren't dreams funny?