Kenneth Edward Srubas McAllister April 3, 2021]]> 1 message
Ken S. McAllister <mesmer@email.arizona.edu> Sat, Apr 3, 2021 at 12:15 PM
To: Rachel Srubas <rachelsrubas@gmail.com>, Mandy Paige <mandydreams@gmail.com>, Amiee McDougal <amieemcd14@gmail.com>, Jen Waddell <droid680@gmail.com>, Tara McDougal <pogoranger39@gmail.com>, Jacob Paige
<jwpaige23@wabash.edu>, Kimberly Woods <kwoods041980@gmail.com>, Jennifer James <jennyraye917@yahoo.com>, Cheryl Rennick <clrrennick91@gmail.com>
Hello everyone. I just woke up here in Tucson, having had a pretty amazing dream.
In the dream, I was here in our new house, which has a large-ish, open dining room that looks out onto the back yard. As I walked out of the bedroom and into that room, I was pleasantly surprised to discover Rachel and my mom sitting at the dining table talking and drinking coffee. I said good morning to everyone and went into the kitchen to get myself some coffee. Rachel and my mom were just chatting and laughing.
When I went back and sat down at the table with them, everything seemed pretty normal--except that I knew that my mom had died. I kept thinking: "This is really strange. I know she's not here, but here she is!"
For some reason there was a very small diorama on the table--maybe 18" square--that I apparently had made. It was the kind of quaint little town you might see at a model railroading club. My mom looked at it admiringly and said "Did you make this?" I said yes and she said "Ken! It's beautiful!"
She went to pick it up and as she did, we all noticed that there were two "big" pine trees that were pretty wobbly. I said, "I'm not done with it yet. And obviously I have to fix those trees." I reached for the diorama and she handed it to me, smiling. "I really like all the people walking down the street, going about their busy lives," she said.
Taking the diorama, I looked at the underside and discovered that the two retaining clips holding the trees in place had come loose. Conveniently--if only real life were as convenient as dreams--I had a small plastic cylinder (almost like a clear
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Ken S. McAllister <mesmer@email.arizona.edu> Sat, Apr 3, 2021 at 12:15 PM
To: Rachel Srubas <rachelsrubas@gmail.com>, Mandy Paige <mandydreams@gmail.com>, Amiee McDougal <amieemcd14@gmail.com>, Jen Waddell <droid680@gmail.com>, Tara McDougal <pogoranger39@gmail.com>, Jacob Paige
<jwpaige23@wabash.edu>, Kimberly Woods <kwoods041980@gmail.com>, Jennifer James <jennyraye917@yahoo.com>, Cheryl Rennick <clrrennick91@gmail.com>
Hello everyone. I just woke up here in Tucson, having had a pretty amazing dream.
In the dream, I was here in our new house, which has a large-ish, open dining room that looks out onto the back yard. As I walked out of the bedroom and into that room, I was pleasantly surprised to discover Rachel and my mom sitting at the dining table talking and drinking coffee. I said good morning to everyone and went into the kitchen to get myself some coffee. Rachel and my mom were just chatting and laughing.
When I went back and sat down at the table with them, everything seemed pretty normal--except that I knew that my mom had died. I kept thinking: "This is really strange. I know she's not here, but here she is!"
For some reason there was a very small diorama on the table--maybe 18" square--that I apparently had made. It was the kind of quaint little town you might see at a model railroading club. My mom looked at it admiringly and said "Did you make this?" I said yes and she said "Ken! It's beautiful!"
She went to pick it up and as she did, we all noticed that there were two "big" pine trees that were pretty wobbly. I said, "I'm not done with it yet. And obviously I have to fix those trees." I reached for the diorama and she handed it to me, smiling. "I really like all the people walking down the street, going about their busy lives," she said.
Taking the diorama, I looked at the underside and discovered that the two retaining clips holding the trees in place had come loose. Conveniently--if only real life were as convenient as dreams--I had a small plastic cylinder (almost like a clear
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