Salt of the Earth

man i had the worst dream last night. In the dream I knew that one of my friends had killed this other girl- and i didn’t tell anyone and I helped cover it up. Some agent was asking questions and saying they were getting closer to figuring out what happened to this girl and anyone involved would be charged with accessory to murder. I began to panic because i was confused as to why I didn’t tell anyone about it when it happened. But I knew all the details- like why my friend killed her (to steal her silver rings) and where (grassy field while they were having a picnic) but i didn’t know why I was keeping the secret. I was petrified of the agent finding out that I knew- had known for months. I was glad when I woke up to Graham tapping me and informing me that he had thrown up. I have no clue where that dream came from- probably from all the CSI tv shows I watch.

So in the awake world- Graham is home sick again today. Night before last I woke up to the sound of barfing. I got up and saw that the bathroom light was on in the boys bathroom and I was like “YES! THEY MADE IT TO THE TOLIET!” When I poked my head around I saw poor little Graham just sick as ever, standing above the toilet, lid DOWN. So I cleaned him, the floor, the shower curtain, the wall, the toilet and the sink up and brought him into my room for a floor bed. I’ve learned from many past flu experiences that if you make a trail with towels to the open lid toilet, you have less mess to clean up. So little G was all set in his bed, with his towel trail, bathroom light on, lid up. Poor kid barfed for another 5 hours. He finally got into bed with us and he clung to me like one of those little suction things you put on windows to hang things. With G, i know that when he has a bug, he barfs again the next night. Which he did last night. So he’s home again today. Poor kid, he has not had a good week.

My mom is doing ok. Her fingers hurt at times and the pain meds make her sick to her stomach. She really wants me to come there and help her. Or just take care of her and keep her company. This accident really scared her-as it would anyone. I’m gonna try to go down.

I am working on a few paintings now for class. I’m really happy with them. I am so happy when I am doing my art. It’s just one of those things that feels right. If only I could make money doing it- that would make it perfect!

not much else new here.
gonna check my little boy.
T