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I was cleaning up the backyard after the sprinkler and sandbox fun and one of the angels that sits on the stairs fell over and her legs broke off. It upset me because those angels have come to mean a lot to me – I bought one for Tatjana when I met her and one for me and then when she moved in they came together. The whole house was down for its nap and I was up in my office working through my emails and reading some past Ad Ages and I fell asleep. But like a coma sleep where your body is almost wracked with spasms.

In my coma, I had a dream that I was speaking to a bunch of people and a guy from the grocery came walking towards me with a black cell phone and said, “It’s for you.” It was my mother and she said, “Your grandmother is about to be a grandmother again.” That was it. I was puzzled about it all but went on doing what I was doing. Then I went into other dreams. And in another dream, the same man, walked out of the grocery, and walked up to me and handed me his phone. It was my mother. Her sweet soft voice on the phone. She said in a rush of excitement, “Hi honey. Your grandmother is about to be a grandmother again.” And I wanted her to stay on the phone but she hung up.

I guess it was nice to have had a moment hearing my mother’s voice. And maybe the message that my grandmother was going to be a grandmother again means nothing (unless one of my cousin’s is pregnant and I don’t know yet). But what has stayed with me beyond the dream was the sense of innocence and excitement in her voice – that is something that my mother barely lost even at almost 74 years old. When I was vexed with her I called her naive, but it was youthful excitement she retained through most of her life.

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