Good-day to you, 2009.

It is the last day of 2009. New Years Eve and for the first time in since I can remember I have no plans. Perhaps its ok since I am 30 now. Plus it snowed today & we just got two documentaries in the mail from Netflix. No need to go out. We could just stay in our pajamas on the couch, have a cold brew and go to bed at 12:15. For the record, it is mid-afternoon and I am still in my pajamas.
P-A-R-T-Y.
Spencer & I played in the snow while Jon shovelled the driveway and sidewalk. I would have helped but we only have one shovel. And he is better at it than me. Now the three of us are lounging, pre-nap, watching the end of Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Spencer is snoring, Jon & I are enjoying a cold brew.
Who needs a fancy night out on the town when they have cable and a six-pack?

Dream a little dream

I am a dreamer. I have several dreams that I at least partially remember every night. Although repeating them to another person is a good idea in theory, something always gets lost in translation. It is difficult to relay the vividness of a dream, the intentions and feelings, to another person.

I think this also applies to dreams we have while we are awake. Sometimes a real-life dream is shared with another person and they are not able to support the dream, listing instead what could go wrong, or reasons to not pursue the dream. That's ok, it is not their dream- it is mine alone, to do with what I choose...

I am cutting this short because I need to take Sir Spencer Rooney to the vet for a shot. I wonder what he dreams about. I love when he sleeps and makes little puppy noises like he is reunited with his doggy mother or something.