18th October, 2018 Thursday
Dream Kite Tale is dim and fading but I’ll try. For some reason I am at a hotel and it is some kind of reunion. These people I know but know not outside of dream. Some man has expressed an interest in me and has it in his head I am some special thing, He’s kind at first and then begins to criticize me for things he finds so fine. He’s mad at the world which he believes is keeping him from what he wants but really its all in him in that he stops. Its just too much for him. He’s brittle and does not know that to move in life its fluidity you need, its allowing wants to move aside when they will not happen. For some reason he and I are in a grocery store for a while.
There is another man who is an old friend and has not had an easy time of it. We are worried for him and find his truck in the big parking lot. It looks like he has not been happy in that truck.
Then I walk into a room where there is a foggy figure and I know it to be my father. He is asking me if I really want to be with the people I am with in the place I am. He does not seem too pleased for me.
Day is breaking cold and geese are croaking in the distance. Oldest must be tending them.
Zoi woke while I type in bed and slowly set her engines for the day. She stretched and sniffed at Mighty Little Duckle who is the last one out of bed these days aside from Husband.
Its time for tea.
We replaced the fluorescent spots in most of the ceiling cans with LEDs and sunlight came into the house. I hate fluorescent lights. So damn blue and cold.
I had a conversation with a very educated friend who has spent the last year serving people. She has a new job that serves in other ways but isn’t quite the direct that the last year has offered her. She said it taught her lots about compassion and respect, that she is no better than any one else. We all are equal and how easy in has been to make someone’s day just a little bit better by being kind to them.
I love this place for many things and this conversation brought to mind one in particular. There is no social climb here. There are those that have and those that don’t and everybody is in this little land together. We are all just who we are just doing what we do.
The Deerhounds went to groomer yesterday and got dethatched. Actually my Deerhound Boy, The Continent, has the coat that everybody hates. Its soft and as he’s gotten older it definitely tends to mat. His haunches and his face get tit very badly. Dragon Lady doesn’t mat but her toes do sprout spears. And she will always fight me trimming them. the groomer has no trouble though. When I picked them up, :Lady Dragon looked the same but smoother and The Continent looked like a great grey floating cloud. They kind of looked embarrassed. Deerhounds were made to be kind of scrubby. Trailing verge and leaves from their excursions.
The Duckles went today. They look so clean and fluffed about and now are quite asleep. They even have short nails.
Texas Sis and Her Magic Man arrive tomorrow. We have Salmon from the River. Its Chinook/
Ta.
Tea With Me 