2nd November, 2018 Friday
Dream Kite woke me after quite a vivid story in the early dark of morning and then I went back to sleep. On waking fully, the kite had flown the distance from remembered to I know I knew it once but not again.
Tea was Earled Honeyed and Creamed.
I spent three hours in a local salon having my aging hair transitioned from drab grey to almost an electric blue. The artist is a woman here who is truly gifted in so many ways. I found the place because of the signage on her downtown storefront window. “Atomic Chair Lounge” it reads in a nicely angled arch, with a phone number underneath. The view inside is open with two chairs and old wood floors.
I have found her to be quite the stylist who knows how not to fry. This is very key when dealing with a mop like mine. I like her quite a lot.
She is not the girly girl. She punked it a while back and so did I. We had a lot of good quiet talk and fun today.
As I was sitting waiting for the last level of altering to deposit in my strands, the sun had lit the street scape out the window that had drawn me in. Edward Hopper knew this place, I think.
Later on we went to a lecture at Oldest new Workplace. The man had lived and climbed and studied one of our volcanoes all his life. Pahto. The Forgotten One.
Ta.
Tea With Me 