Hey, it’s better than none!
All kinds of fine things have been happening to me since my 87-year-old mother threw me out of her house last August and my experiencing an alchemical transformation in a dream. The latter doesn’t mean what you probably think it does, but so what. (To learn more, see here.) Yes, it really happens, no, it doesn’t last, and yes, it has to be repeated, although the circle of relaxation gradually expands. I may be a biological geezer raised by dysfunctionals, but the clamps are coming off. It seems that a condition of freedom from fear is the normal one for creatures like us, not sitting in the midst of plenty gnawing off our own limbs as we are wont to do.
For one thing, I have a birthday coming up, and it appears I may get to play with Los Changos del Mar on the very day itself. Heh. The band has a gig at a house party, and if a lot of things fall into place in time, I’m invited to sit in on the songs I know. A lot of assumptions are in the air, but let’s just call them positive expectations instead: no one has actually heard me play yet, you understand. By this time next week, a lot of things will be more clear. I’m pretty excited, though, and having fun already. This could get out of hand, and I hope it does.
You may recall that last week my wife cracked the big kitchen window by swatting at a fly and hitting a hanging crystal pendant that slammed into the glass. The vertical crack has now grown from bottom to top, while the horizontal cracks are holding steady. I have hay bales arranged outside the window to make a tall raised-bed garden with tomatoes planted in 100% compost. They’re doing incredibly well, and why shouldn’t they? Water pours off the roof there when it rains and keeps everything moist. It was bumming me out thinking of having to rip all those out to get the window fixed, but now I’ve come down on the side of the plants: as long as the glass doesn’t fall out, I’ll just wait until the tomatoes are harvested and fix the window in the fall. Then again, we may have found another house by then, so either way, it doesn’t matter:
“To HELL with the window!”
I’m on to other business, and I hope you are, too.
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