15th September, 2018 Saturday
Tea is comfort cladded black, that Grey, honeyed and all essential cream.
That Dream, well, another party in a house I am only visiting with hosts I do not know. It is a ramble of a thing and from another age. Storied and stairwayed, wood floored and many roomed but open spaced and flowing with gardens easily used.
Snippets are a few. Not sure the thread but here, try these. My dogs are there amid the crowd and one of them, a little one, escapes the grounds and I go chase. When I have successfully collected said small, someone in the crowd has decided to coif Zoi whose curls are so delicious. Well, Zoi comes back buzzed everywhere below her head and top line and all the curls left up there have been thinned and stripped to be just a film of curl rather than a sea. And I thought they docked her tail, that lovely trailing rope of froth, but it was there and also stripped to be a fairy film. Oh Dear.
Then my Mama is in front of me, in scene she is her older self and dodgy on her pins. She has two canes to help her stand, she’s happy to see me. The crowd is dense around as we talk upon the porch. Then Zoi and my Deerhound Boy, a continent on legs, are playing round us leaning and then my Mama’s down. Somehow in their romp they hooked her sweater by the back of the neck and down she went on to her back and they dragged her out the door. I just stood there, stupid with the guilt of having caused my mother’s fall as I watched her dragged face up smiling out the door. I was afraid to look. I had to though, so I unfroze and wandered down the stairs, and there she was out on the lawn still on her back with her head in a nice man’s lap. He and friends helped her fix her clothes. I approached fearfully and she, laughing, looked at me and said, “Honey, I’m just fine.” Ok.
Then a woman whose the host I do not know says my Youngest’s Boyfriend is napping up the stairs and could I would I wake him up, she needed him down here. So up I go and open many doors. I don’t think I found him.
And there’s more. There was a film showing on a garden screen out doors. A film of high artistic steem, I had seen at least once before. My acting teach appears, saying something bout how fine it was and that he’d made us watch it many years before.
And something about cleaning up the floor.
That’s it for dream report.
Bed politics among the furries is shifting lots these days. Zoi ain’t so little anymore, and Wizard wants his way. He has to sleep abed you see, he has to be that close. For a while he did concede the bed to the Lady Baby Pup. But now she is as big as he and there is hardly room for her, much less he who’s sleep needs cuddles so. For some weeks he deferred the bed to her and embedded in a chair he loves in the next room. But as the cold is settling in, he wants to be with us, so last two nights we’ve had them both in the space between us. It is a mark of how loved they are that we who are of an age do not kick them out of bed when we wake while falling on the floor.
Now at this age, sleep is a fickle friend, it comes and then it goes and it might come again. I listen to books in the going phase of sleep. Its one of tech industries great gifts to aging sleep. I like the fantasies in that dark time of night. Too much reality floating in my mind. I set a timer on my phone and off to drift into another world I go. Sleep might come back and usually it does. But the imaginary worlds I hear as I drift to sleep I do appreciate.
I woke last night to too much heat and found I had no space. Imagine four hot furry bodies pressed up against your side. Live hot water bottles that do not cool relying on your heat too to warm them as they sleep. I toss and turn and listen to that other world until I drift away.
I worry for my husband dear who on the other side of all those furry forms needs more space than I. But he does find it in his heart to make room for them all while he tries to sleep.
This morning as I opened orbs which registered the light, the glow from ruby dawn’s spotlight on my melon walls, was just about the greatest thing to turn my engine on. I tried to take the photo with my tiny phone.
Off to Farmer’s Market with the Zoi, to buy more veg and meat and walk her through the crowd. Its time to get over that there are other dogs around.
The Twin Brother Pup is coming right along. Today he went abounding to the beach. He has no lasting attitude about what he went through, but wow his body’s marks tell tales of misuse. He’s happy now, thank the Gods.
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