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In case you need to distract yourself from your insomnia, a little more-reliable history than you got in school might do the trick... if you've learned to groove with the Italian accent.
I've been watching the weather patterns on all the online maps because it only takes for BB2 to announce he's going camping to break the drought. I think his campground might get a sprinkle. Nothing epic. He should have his relaxing weekend in nature okay... I think... but the patterns are so weird I can't have much faith in them or what will actually happen.
It almost slipped my mind that I dreamed of an effective exchange with my mother this morning. Being that my mother is old and not in good shape at all, I don't know yet if this was a signal that she has died or if it was the buddhas letting me feel a success in communicating with all sentient beings in the walking around relative reality.
She was sitting with my father at a table across a giant hotel lobby, and yelled at me to demand an explanation for why I have no man. I yelled back, "I'm too smart, Mom. I gotta have one just that much smarter than me or it won't work out."
Even though we had to be yelling across at least a hunnert feet, it immediately hit me that she not only heard me, but assimilated the information and was satisfied with it. You'd have to know my mother to understand the earth shatteringly slim odds of this ever happening. Cement brains. I am either married with children or the president of Standard Oil. Those are my choices. Otherwise, I'm beneath consideration.
So you might grok why it crosses my mind she may have passed away and that dream was her way of announcing it. I don't know. I have not checked and my phone has not rung.
Anyway, with this resolution to the ancestral gripe, she hurries up to me and whisks me upstairs to the secret firm of money masters who only do her bidding. She's telling them to arrange for my support... for me to become comfortably off... rich even... and this involves me being there to point to and then waiting around for them to all hammer out the paperwork.
While they're at it I go back down into the hotel lobby and am helping some guy with something and out in the street about something to do with that, and talking to somebody who's just off work at my old law firm, and having to beg off to go back up to Mom and the money masters.
I'd left a tote bag of clothes in their lunchroom while I was off and the support staff had stolen many items from it. I found most of them but a pair of black Chucks and was denouncing them for this theft of my brand new sneakers as I left with my mother.
So you might grok why it crosses my mind this was the buddhas helping me work out my thing with the regular walking around world. I don't know. It hasn't clicked in, but, obviously, I haven't forgotten it either.
always and any time....
