Tuesday, July 10, 2007
It must be the heat ....
..... that makes them do strange things. For instance, today is coming close to setting a heat record for a July 10th and here is my granddaughter Rachel setting out for an hour's ride on her bike. Sure it's six in the evening, but the sun is still up high and the heat is still percolating! It's maddness! She's taken' leaf of her centses.
I'm in 'recovery' again. Weathered last week's low ebb and am now climbing back aboard the boat. Thanks to all the helping hands and well wishers who boosted me along the path.
# posted by Clear Creek Girl : 6:12 PM
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I had a dream about you last night.
I was somehow involved with a big event that I finally realized was in your honor. Everything was set up and ready to go - the room was luxurious and filled with light from huge windows that opened out onto a sweeping, shade-dappled lawn. A perfect breeze brought the green smell of summer into this beautiful space, where many people sat waiting in chairs or stood, drinks in hand, quietly chatting.
There were tables covered in the whitest linen and sparkling glasses of the most exquisite crystal and magnificent food arranged on shining platters.
I was rushing through the room with a basket of pillowy cloverleaf rolls when a hush came over the room and everyone rose to their feet in silence.
A door opened, a woman's voice called out, "James" - and you appeared.
You were utterly amazing: dashing, vigorous - you actually smelled smart and witty and capable of much largesse...
You had on a slate blue suit of such fine fabric I was compelled to lean forward and touch my face to one sleeve. You smiled, waved and then sang out, "Thank you all. I appreciate this, I really do. But I am needed in the mountains - I have work to do." And then, turning on your sharp, cowboy-boot heels, you lifted your arm and strode away - waving as you went.
I was transfixed - there was long, fine fringe on the inner sides of your sleeves your sleeves, and it swayed as you waved your way down the hall and out the door.
I have no idea what the hell any of that means - and I apologize for this lengthy comment - but the sights, smells, tastes and textures of this dream were simply incredible - and I thought you should know.
bs
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I was somehow involved with a big event that I finally realized was in your honor. Everything was set up and ready to go - the room was luxurious and filled with light from huge windows that opened out onto a sweeping, shade-dappled lawn. A perfect breeze brought the green smell of summer into this beautiful space, where many people sat waiting in chairs or stood, drinks in hand, quietly chatting.
There were tables covered in the whitest linen and sparkling glasses of the most exquisite crystal and magnificent food arranged on shining platters.
I was rushing through the room with a basket of pillowy cloverleaf rolls when a hush came over the room and everyone rose to their feet in silence.
A door opened, a woman's voice called out, "James" - and you appeared.
You were utterly amazing: dashing, vigorous - you actually smelled smart and witty and capable of much largesse...
You had on a slate blue suit of such fine fabric I was compelled to lean forward and touch my face to one sleeve. You smiled, waved and then sang out, "Thank you all. I appreciate this, I really do. But I am needed in the mountains - I have work to do." And then, turning on your sharp, cowboy-boot heels, you lifted your arm and strode away - waving as you went.
I was transfixed - there was long, fine fringe on the inner sides of your sleeves your sleeves, and it swayed as you waved your way down the hall and out the door.
I have no idea what the hell any of that means - and I apologize for this lengthy comment - but the sights, smells, tastes and textures of this dream were simply incredible - and I thought you should know.
bs
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