I had a very weird dream last night. In the dream, everybody was here fussing, wanting to know when this, why this, where, how, who... when, when, when.. I don't know. They were all bickering back & forth.. In the midst of all this bickering (in the dream), I had a stroke & fell down on the floor. Nobody noticed. They kept walking over me, and continued to argue. My MIL did notice, and she tried to tell them all. She sat at the table, pointing to me lying on the floor, and trying to tell them there was something wrong with me - but they wouldn't listen to her either.

Anyway, she must have finally called an ambulance, because next thing in the dream, they were taking me out the door on a stretcher. I told her not to let them take me to LRH (the local hospital). She followed the ambulance guys out the door, trying to tell them they better not take me there. She said, "Don't you take her to Lake Regional, they'll kill her. You take her to a real hospital!" They slid me into the ambulance, and the one guy turned around, looked at her, and said, "Oh, we don't care about that.. We'll just take her where we want to." My MIL said, "I'll beat your a$$, you sumbich." He laughed & said, "You'll have to catch me first, Gramma!"

They got in the ambulance & took off. She told my cousin, "I'm gonna catch that sapsucker and beat his a$$". She took off in her car.. Then I was in the ambulance, and this guy was jumpin up & down in the back, lookin out the back window, telling the driver, "Hurry, drive faster, she's catchin up, she's catchin up!!"

I remember thinking, I won't even make it to the hospital for them to kill me, these idiot ambulance guys are gonna end up killing me before I ever get there and I'll NEVER get to move to the new place!!

Of course, part of this dream is probably due to the fact that one of our sons called yesterday. His almost-wife had a seizure, and they took her to this same hospital. They found a "cyst" on her brain & a fever of 104F. They don't have a neurosurgeon on staff. They kept her, put her on antibiotics, and placed her in a bed in the regular ward.

I tried to talk her father into having her transferred, because they are SO stupid there at this little hospital. They have no clue what's wrong with her or how to fix it - running a fever of 104 - so they don't even know if she's contagious. Instead of transferring her to someplace that can figure it out quickly, they keep her so they can guess.

Here it is, over 3 weeks later since my first post about packin up the old homestead - and We are still packing, but much closer to finished now. Kitchen is done. The cabinets are mostly empty. Dishes are all packed up, cept paper plates & some old silverware. The cast iron is not packed, but I'll carry it in the Blazer with me, so it doesn't get dropped or anything. At least we still have that to cook with. Most of the food is packed up, canned goods, box goods, etc.

Most of the pantry is done. 2 of the 3 closets are completely empty. The third closet is started, but not completely finished. Plus the butter churns & some other breakables. Most of the dining room is done. I finished packing up the stuff in the buffet and the bottom of the china cabinet today. Threw 2 more garbage bags full of stuff out. I did find a bunch of photos from the very first Christmas we spent here in the drawers of the buffet. I made the mistake of sitting down to look at them too & lost some momentum there.

It's getting there. Still have to pack or throw away the confiscated toys on top of the china cabinet in the dining room, finish up the pantry, then pack up my puppy room stuff. After that, there are a few things left in the basement, but not much. Then I need to go through & pack up all the lamps that will fit in boxes & hopefully not get broken. And then I'll have to pack the puter.

On the good side, though, we have a nice new puter at the new place. We went & bought it on my birthday & set it up down there, so DH & I could keep in touch by puter while he is there building fences & I am here packing.