Visited the hospital yesterday. One of Kaley's friends was mauled by three bullmastifs. She's having surgery today. It wasn't that long ago that a friend of Kaley's was killed in a hunting accident - shot by her own grandpa.
The night before last I had a good dream - a significant one. I have a reoccurring dream that I am in college and have forgotten to go to all my classes. It's the day for finals and I am in a panic. In this dream, a bunch of teachers were throwing a party for me. Not only that, they were supportive - told me I looked tired, told me to rest etc. I had doubts about one class and the teacher showed me my work and said it was all straight. At the end of the dream, I was in some ceremony receiving an award. I woke up elated. The dream was significant for me. The post the other day came to mind along with something I said to Mark. In a nutshell, I was happy for other's success. That thought felt like some last part of some long passage. It stayed with me all day.
Last night I had a bad dream. I was with friends. Must have been World War II because at some point, marching through a forest, I saw Japanese bombers in the distance.... and my friends and I were all captured and became POWs. After being hauled to a camp somewhere in a jungle one of the soldiers began firing. He shot one in our group. He was making a point about this "American Made" item he had found. The man was shot because he touched it. Turns out it was mine. I thought, if he kills that guy for touching this thing, what is he going to do to me since I own it??? That's when I woke up. When you witness a random act of violence, you wonder when you'll be next.
In the driveway, yesterday, I told the neighbor kid that I got to be in a mansion last weekend. She said that she has two friends that are going to "juvey" for being in a mansion. I told her that I was invited.
I am painting a mansion today for Annie. Taking off a day of work and will work this weekend to make up for it.
On Ross Lake, one of my most memorable moments was tying a knot in a boat. I was alone, the sun was warm... all seemed right. Yesterday, I made more leaders and tied knots. I love making blood knots. Something about seeing the lines coil and tighten... and it holds... looks neat... feels solid. I thought, hmmm, I wonder if this is why people knit??? I can see liking that.
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