I am visiting family, my Texas family, including my parents and others. I am alone, packing a small bag, about the size of an overnight bag. The others have gone shopping in the city or at a mall – some big place with plenty of stores. It’s not close by, and I am thinking perhaps I should have gone with them, as the plane leaves tomorrow.
I am visiting my brother in the US and his girls are there with their daughters. Several scenes of admiring the little ones. I am leaving that evening, have to be at the airport at 7 pm. But first, we want to do some shopping and have a meal at a favorite place.
Shopping around, I see a tiny baby bootie – about the size of my thumb, actually, and I talk about how cute it is and can you believe the girls were ever so little? One of my grand nieces is there and I put it up against her foot. No one seems to notice it is doll size – Just the amazement that babies were ever that small.
I am an adult, with (in charge of?) a group of kids – teens and younger. I have brought them to show them my grandparent’s house, on my Dad’s size. As we approach the house on foot, I see a white wood frame home, not very wide – looks like it might contain two rooms across, the same deep. I know better, but wait to show the surprise to the kids.
We enter, there are indeed two rooms welcoming us, but then I take them through a door into other rooms, and more, deeper and deeper into the house, looking all around. There is an old fashioned kitchen, and in may rooms some old fashioned furniture – but strangely, blending in, some more modern pieces, even the occasional computer screen or flat screen tv.
I am a young woman, late teens, early 20’s in a big old house. Some relatives are gathering (from my Mom’s side of the family) and I’ve been told my grandmother will be arriving with other family members – a kind of family reunion. I’m not to be late. People are bustling about, getting things ready.