Loud claps of thunder woke me this morning. It was still pretty dark outside, though it was later than I thought it was. Rain had been pouring down much of the night.
A Recurring Dream:
In the dream I need to go somewhere but I am afraid because I fear that I can’t find my way home.
Every building looks exactly the same. Just like every street and every house.
Every single building looks just like the one before it and the one after it. There is no discerning one from the other. Which house is my home? Which building is the store I need to go to?
How would you find your way around if everything looked the same? No markers or characteristics to guide you. A strange and scary dream.
Songs Dancing In My Head:
This morning I woke up with a song from my childhood in my head. It’s only recently that I’ve begun to remember these songs, long forgotten for years. Gone back to that abyss of time that seems to erase memories.
As though freely released, these melodies make their way back to me. I wonder why?
Why is it that as we grow older more memories come back to us from long ago? And often what we had yesterday for lunch is long forgotten?
I had planned to read more of my book last night, but I got so caught up in “Happy Valley” that I watched three episodes. I was happy to read this morning that there will be a third season, though they don’t seem to know when.
The book I’m reading: The Other Daughter by Shalini Boland.
Description Of The Other Daughter:
Nine years ago her daughter was taken.
And now she’s back. Two-and-a-half-year-old Holly is playing happily in a pink plastic playhouse, while her mother Rachel sips coffee and chats with a friend nearby. It should be an ordinary day for all of them. But, in the blink of an eye, it turns into every family’s worst nightmare.
Holly is taken by a stranger and never found.
Nine years later, Rachel is living a quiet life in Dorset. She’s tried to keep things together since the traumatic day when she lost her eldest daughter. She has a new family, a loving partner and her secrets are locked away in her painful past.
Until one afternoon when Rachel meets a new school parent Kate and her teenage daughter Bella. Rachel’s world is instantly turned upside down – she’s seen Bella before. She’d recognize that face anywhere – it’s her missing child.
And she will stop at nothing to get her back…
Back To Happy Valley:
Catherine found Ann and released her from Tommy, who seems like the monster who just won’t die. He can be knifed and bleeding and still he is getting around and up to his evil ways. Not the least of which is wanting to know his son Ryan, Catherine’s grandson, who he has just learned exists.
He beats Catherine to within an inch of her life when she finds Ann and takes her out of his mother’s basement where he’s been keeping her.
As I’ve mentioned before, what I like about the various Netflix series I’ve been watching is that the characters are so real. The actors I’ve been watching of late are what you might call “just regular folks.”
The shows are so much more meaningful to me because the characters look like someone you might pass on the street. Just regular people leading regular lives.
Catherine doesn’t wear lots of makeup or have perfect hair and nails. Her character is just a grandmother raising her grandson and working a hard job and never getting a moment to herself. Like so many women burning the candle at both ends and trying to do it all.
Ivy looks pretty comfy, doesn’t she?