Darling boy in daisies
First, the crazy dream: set up some kind of grid, and I sprinkled with broccoli florets instead of rose petals. Constructed a copper tubing tree with a wreath and square device in branches. Shiny. Realized for church fair. Partner— Bobbi?— crushed a fingertip. Realize I can’t fix it, go to ER. Returned to work. Snowing. Flattened sculpture, hung it on building wall. Thought no one will come to fair, but a few old ladies were going in and out, smiling at me. I picked up my car like a suitcase to park closer, by church door. Ally, workspace, workman “oh, where Carolyn Lambert used to park to churchdoor.” I to the sport court I was preparing but no need to remove broccoli, snow was covering it; copper tree was stretched and blackened and destroyed by vandals. I shit myself, went to mammaw’s house to shower, but so had she and B. So I had to wait to clean up, but did so. End of dream, No parsing.
Good talk with I, planning his day and his life the topic, writing it down in his notes. He walked into town. I went to Dr. we went to GW bins-Yuch-and Gorham mid town trail. Visit with L. He played piano for us. Cooked leftovers dinner in 20 minutes, including the special steak and stuffed baked potatoes made by L and C. Quick barbell workout. Finished his daily chore, dusting. He is very amenable.
Thank you Jesus for such a full and fine day. So satisfying. IJN
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