Last night, I had a terrible nightmare. My husband and eldest son decided to swing over a 20-foot gap in a bridge, by rope. I opted not to follow them, as I'm terrified of heights. In fact, I was so frightened that I was crawling along on my stomach on the bridge. Neither husband or son got enough momentum behind their swing and the hubby lost his grip. It was a mile to the ground. As he was falling, I looked over the edge and knowing my husband was falling to his doom I shouted, "I love you!" My husband shouted back, "Sorry! I wasn't paying attention!"
There has to be some deep meaning to that nightmare. The eldest son was left hanging on his rope, looking down. Because my brain couldn't handle watching the husband go splat, I woke up. And, boy was my heart pounding. Anyway, the point of this is that I didn't want to sit around thinking about a nightmare, so I deliberately went right back to sleep and when I did, the next dream was about William Marshal and Eleanor of Aquitaine. William is the protagonist in The Greatest Knight. I have no idea what I dreamed about them, but I didn't wake up with my heart pounding and nobody was falling, so that's good.
This was a bad, bad reading week, a so-so blogging week and another terrible blog-hopping week. But, as always, I had a bit of fun at the pool. One of my favorite things to photograph is that moment when a row of swimmers are in mid-air, diving during timed 50-meter sprints.
Cool, yes? I have always loved watching the swimmers at work and play.
Hope everyone's having a fabulous weekend! I'm off to read.
Bookfool, who has fallen so far behind that she can see her own dust