I had an amazing dream last night. Well, really it wasn’t all that amazing but I did think it was pretty cool. I was at my grandparent’s house. It’s often the location of many of the dreams I can remember. Probably because I spent so much time there as a kid. Anyway, I was at my grandparent’s house drying my hair in that pink tile bathroom my grandmother had. But, just as I was about to finish, the hairdryer sparked and started to catch fire. I dropped the hairdryer to the ground and hesitated for just a moment before I grabbed the glowing cord and yanked it from the wall. The hairdryer continued to glow bright orange and I knew this was not a good sign. The wall just behind the outlet I had it plugged in to was now glowing bright orange as well. It began to spark and then the flames took over.
I ran yelling for my Poppy and Nanny. They appeared so quickly, as if they had been watching the whole time. My grandfather began hitting the fire with a nearby towel as my grandmother told me to go call 911. Now, I don’t know about your dreams, but usually in my dreams I am never successful at dialing 911. Something always happens — they never pick up, I dial the wrong number, something. But this time, I was able to get right through. The firetrucks arrived instantaneously. The fire was immediately put out. But, the firemen didn’t leave. They made themselves right at home and explained to me that sometimes the fire comes back so it was best for them to stay. Seemed logical to me. I went from frightened mode to Martha Stewart mode in a matter of seconds. I began gathering pillows and blankets; making sandwiches and dips; pouring drinks. I was throwing a virtual fireman party.
This makes perfect sense to me. I love having people over to my house. I can plan an event for weeks just to make sure I have the right menu — I like to find out ahead of time who likes what, who has allergies, what everyone likes to drink. When the day arrives, I love it. But, I may not necessarily be enjoying it. I am constantly up refilling drinks or making sure there’s still enough food on the buffet. If I see I dirty plate or cup, I grab it immediately because I don’t want my guests to see the dirty dishes, and I sneak it into the dishwasher. When it’s all over, I’m usually very tired — but fulfilled.
Once I got into a conversation with someone regarding the story of Mary and Martha. I’ve got such a Martha complex. I totally would have been the one at the party doing the dishes and refilling everyone’s drinks while that snot Mary sat at Jesus’ feet listening to every word He said. Because without Martha, that whole party would have been a real bummer — no food, no drink, no soft cushions to sit on. And who do you think would have been the first person to point out what a loser party it was? That’s right, Mary.
I’m looking forward to the holiday’s and hosting events for family and friends. So, if I look like I’m not having a good time — I am. But, you can still help with the dishes afterward if you want.