an odd day. like it had no name. almost didn't exist. like it floated, hovered, but didn't attach….????
first thing, waking, i looked over at all those Spirals in front of me and they were hovering…for a few moments i was at a loss as to how this could possibly by…they were attached to nothing…not sewn onto anything….just there as if by Magic
and then i thought o….they are sewn to eachother. O. but in a second, that too seemed surreal. Sewn to Each Other? and
hovering?
the night before last i had the most BEST dream ihave Ever Had in my whole life. it was so extraordinary. and then last night it was the paradox. Maybe that? There's only some days left of this 77th year. Things are all all trying to take form so i can go.
When Alyssia came to bring ice and batteries, all three kids came. Not usual. Jax doesn't often want to come. He has issues with having to wear a mask. Brinley sometimes comes. But usually it's for Alyssia and Emrie Time. I wore the mask in the pic and said i thought of it as having a leaf on my face. I don't like wearing them either. When it's just Emrie and A, i don't…tho they do. As Emrie said today to Jax….i don't notice anymore. and she doesn't. for her and Alyssia, it's kinda like wearing a hat. or sunglasses. or something. no biggie. I had cut apple slices for them to feed the Goats
there is talk of Thanksgiving on Saturday, Jenny's day off, IF she is off. At her work at the hospital they are totally short staffed and the staff they have is falling to Covid. Still….i gave my grocery list to Alyssia. She does the big shop for me with my old lady California "food stamp" money that is automatic when your social security $ is below a certain level. I am the Pie person. 3 of them. Pumpkin Cherry and Apple. and the Green Bean Casserole. Turkey is Alyssia. I will be gravy.
memories continue to kinda flood in. triggered. When i lived in Oregon, Horton, Oregon on a mountain there….my refrigeration was a tiny stream flowing in a rock crevice. ice cold at all times. I lived there in the Airstream i bought there. Horton was a little general store and post office. That's it. When i drove down to that store and post office i drove into a fog, a mist where everything disappeared for long moments but reappeared. like Magic. i am noticing how that word…Magic…is coming up lately, hasn't for a long time. but Magic again. hmmmm.
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