I made the conscious decision to stay in bed this morning way past the time when I should have gotten up and was punished by falling into unconsciousness and having yet another in the long line of cluttered and fucked-up house dreams that I've been having and this one even brought back the theme of the haunted Titanic basement which I thought was over forever after I dreamed years ago that I gave the entire basement to a university or museum for study.
Did they give it back?
New elements were introduced in this morning's dream including rotten meats, antique ovens which were not hooked up properly to the gas, inability to find tea bags and a new, second story floor of haunted rooms.
What the hell?
I mean, what the fucking hell? My house may be a bit cluttered but it's not THAT bad. Do I unconsciously yearn to live in a Zen monastery or something? Empty rooms with rice screens and a mattress on the floor?
God. I don't think so. I did take down the heavy drapes in the library this week. They are beautiful drapes and were hanging in there when we bought the house but it's a dark room as is and I just couldn't take the cave-likeness of it any more and so now there are just empty windows and more light and I washed those curtains and am giving them to May. More light! More light! More light! And there would be even more light if I washed the windows.
So here it is, Saturday, and yes, last night was lovely and this morning Mr. Moon found where some of the hens have been laying which was behind the bale of hay in the henhouse on the floor and those crazy girls!
I'm going to meet Hank for lunch at Fanny's so I'll get to see my May and Taylor and I'm looking forward to that. We are perhaps having supper tonight with Lily and Jason, a real double date in that the boys will probably be at their other grandmother's house. I'm not sure we've ever done that! And so the birthday celebrations move apace and today is Mick Jagger's birthday and he is seventy-one and I wish him well and continued success with his chosen career. I think he might actually break through to the big time if he keeps at it.
I hear the Republicans are going to start impeachment proceedings against our president and I am so curious as to the grounds they plan to do this on. I asked Mr. Moon about this a little while ago. "Why?" I asked.
"Because he's black," said my husband.
"Oh yeah," I said.
Now it all makes sense.
So little makes sense these days and I don't even want to start talking about it but right here in Lloyd, things mostly make sense except for the things that don't like my dreams and why people throw their trash on the side of the road but that can hardly equate to impeachment and bombings and denying people equal rights under the law right here in the United States of America and using children as a political weapon.
Ah yah. Move on, keep balancing on the wheel, run for your life, jump off, lay under a tree and look up at the clouds, take it as it comes, seize it by the tail, sling it into the heavens, dance like a snake, dream like a motherfucker, have your machete close to hand, always take your own pillow, eat your vegetables, kiss your babies, tell everyone you love that you love them, try not to be afraid.
That's all I've got today.