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It’s not as if I feel that what I have to say is important, or even interesting to anyone else. But it’s interesting to me. And could conceivably then, be interesting to someone who cared for me. I’m not always terribly interested in listening to a litany of recent purchases of individual types of seeds or canning implements made during the last visit F— has made to Rural King, but since it’s important to him, I stop what I’m doing, and listen to him, I give him my attention, maintain eye contact for the duration. There are other things I’d prefer to give my attention to, but I love him, so I give him my attention for the few moments it takes for him to share this with me. Do I want to go and witness the dirt he’s recently tilled in the yard where he’s making a garden? Not really, I mean, it’s dirt. It’s pretty late in the season to begin a garden, it’s mid-May now. He’s just now beginning to till and buy seeds. But I get up and go and admire his tillage verbally, with smiles and...
Every morning it’s far too early to call Mom, I miss her and I want to call her, but I’ve been up all night and I can’t call her and wake her so early. I won’t awaken until well afternoon most likely, and I won’t think to call until later, probably not until F--- is off work, then I’ll be distracted by his getting off work, supper, etc. Waiting for him to go to bed, settling in all while being constantly distracted, recalling much too late that I’ve still not called her. I really do miss her, I WANT to call my Mom!
I dreamed I had somehow time-traveled back to 1980 I was determined to find my younger self and warn her not to make the bad choices in life that I’d made, not to screw up her life the way that I had. Little kittens were constantly bothering me, running around my feet, jumping on me, snagging my clothes. Eventually, I discovered I was a witch, and I had powers, but they were weak. I knew I could fly, but had only been able to hover a few feet above ground. In order to become more powerful, I needed a familiar… The kittens knew. Shadow crawled up and eyed me, we both knew, he was my familiar. That’s when I woke up. My life remains unchanged, thank God I still have my K——!
Notes for my new incarnation, if reincarnation is a thing. #1. Have stairs in any dwelling. #2. No stretchy pants! #3. Have full-length mirrors at home! I’ve known about the stairs and the stretchy pants now for many years, but the lack of full length mirrors really sort of snuck up on me. I honestly didn’t realize just how grotesque I could get if I was allowed to live without witnessing what I was doing to myself.