Isn't it wonderful to lie down, drift off to sleep and dream "good" dreams?

I had one of those last night.

I dreamed I was at my Memaw and Gan Gan's old farm house. It wasn't exactly correct, but it was close enough to recognize it. While I didn't see my grandparents, my Mom was there along with some Aunts and Uncles, and in a surprise, Duchess, the momma of our black dogs was there.

I have become so use to having Brandy follow my every step that at first I didn't realize the dog was not her but the gray hound.

It was enjoyable to revisit the old farm house. Especially since it was in what I recall to be its natural state instead of the remodeled version. I could see the long narrow kitchen, the cabinets complete with the "bins" that tilted out. The old red step stool sat in the corner.

Of course my Mom was in the kitchen, working away!

I'm going to date myself.

I can remember my grandparents buying flour in a printed fabric sack. Of course you were talking about much more than a five pound bag and the material from the sack would be used to make clothing. One of the "lures" was how attractive the sack was. (Of course they didn't buy bread, they baked it).

I can remember our juice glasses. Actually these were empty snuff glasses my paternal great grandmother would give us. They were etched and served a purpose.

Our relatives who preceded us were very innovative.

How did we get to be so wasteful?

We should be ashamed.

The worst word I can think of this morning is "disposable".

Soda containers, diapers, wrappers, milk jugs.

We are spoiled rotten.

Have a day!

FATHER, forgive our excesses.