5th November, 2018 Monday
Dream Kite flew close enough for me to have some detail. We (a collection of people I am attached to for one dream reason or not) are gathered at a hotel, antique hotel in an antique town. We are there for eight days and stayed an extra day for it was so great to be there all together. Dogs were there. Outings were a part of this gathering. Outings to the Country for some purpose the Dream Kits Tale’s trailings flew to high for me to hold to waking. I am aware of gatherings in the dining room. And people who I was sad to say good bye to. And the collecting of belongings left in the hotel room to load into the car which was a Van. And that’s all the ghostings I do carry from the play I was a part of last night.
Tea is Earled, Creamed and Honeyed on this gray November day.
Daylight Savings clicked its backwarding of clocks yesterday. No I did not Tea With Me this last weekend. Saturday was Food Fest Day with Fill Your Pantry at our local Grange when local farmers setup booths displaying all their fruits and hordes of people swarm like flies to pick their tables clean. A shopping Frenzy buzzes in the tiny place which felt like shopping Christmas Eve, the fever of this is the last chance to buy all that you might need before the Winter curtain pulls across the stage of Earth’s dispersal of her bounty.
We have dear people in those booths so we went shopping and filled a bag or two with hard won fruits our loved ones do produce. The Best Damn Chickens did sell out which was the best Birthday Gift for SIL whose day it was on Saturday.
His Mama called from downtown sitting in His Papa’s truck. His Papa had deemed it great to find a tavern with the Mighty Oregon Ducks battling on the Field of Football. His Mama had had some phoning to do and then she called me. I drove into town to rescue her and bring her home so she could change her dress in my powder room as we were all going to dinner with the Clan to fete the SIL.
Had a lovely lovely time with this very vivid Clan I was gifted to belong to as being the Mother of his Bride. They laugh and are irreverent in ways that are unfettered by the chains of old world etiquette. So much friggin fun we had. And the food was so fantastic.
The last two days have brought the winds that rip the fading leaves from their tender weakened holds to branches that no longer need them. This season is transition from the light into the dark. My front yard’s trees have been stripped of all their color now and are the monochromes of grey veined patterns they will display until their sleep buds them into green next Spring.
Even Mother Oak has last her golden crown of just last week, she now stands naked in her grey filigree so starkly spread against the murmuring clouds. But her daughter down the field, the one so tall and scarred, standing lone against river of the Gorge’s wind, is still adorned with her golden song. How many days til she also, nakedly filagreed will bear the winter blasts?
Zoi’s cuddled with me this am on the Keystone Couch. Her profile just astounded me. She hails from Revolution Russia way back in her past. Her head was beloved of the Czars and now by little me.
Wizard’s long and lovely ears need cleaning of a kind I cannot provide so he goes to the vet tomorrow for some Early treatment.
Ta.
Tea With Me 