I love to sleep but I'm not good at it. Cold room, white noise, no light, no worries.......Get the picture?
But I think that if could have these beds all of that would vanish.
Aren't they "dreamy?"


When I was four years old we moved to a new neighborhood. Mom put me out in the backyard to play on my swing set when the cutest little girl came walking by and asked me what is my name. 

The Rock and Roll Mothers packed it up and headed home from Cumberland Lake this morning. Oh, the memories! The luxury of growing up and growing old in such a lovely land as Kentucky. I remember a scene in the movie Thorn Birds where an old lady confesses to a much younger priest that in her heart she is still a young woman.
Yesterday I woke up in my bed in Jacksonville and this morning I woke up in my childhood house in Louisville. What a country!
I'm seeing a lot of cars being loaded up with dorm supplies and a lot of watery eyes as I walk the neighborhood with Glorie Hallelujah. Wednesday night -
Mike slept downstairs in his room
where children belong
and we slept upstairs in ours
where moms and dads belong.
Thursday night -
We were 350 miles away and he was
in Ramada 325 and we were in 323
in connecting rooms. We left the door open
and talked and laughed together.
Friday night -

We do not live in the neighborhood with the biggest houses or the fanciest cars but we live in the best neighborhood in town. 



I am an audio learner. My ears are keen at listening but when my eyes read those same words, comprehending is like pushing a truck uphill.
I have been suffering a little wander-lust lately......