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You can get anything you want…
Every quarter we have a conference, and for the past few years, I've handled the theme decorations, sometimes homemade, or gleaned from scouring the dollar store and Oriental Trading on-line. Quite often, it's pretty late in the game when we finalize the theme, or switch it. Sometimes I'm a little unfamiliar with the theme. One theme last year was soccer, so I purchased a bunch of mini hackeysack soccer balls, logo'd whistles, and flags from different countries to place on fields of patio artificial turf from the hardware store for centerpieces. I asked..."are there lines on a soccer field?"..I would paint them on..but wrong game, doh, so I didn't. It looked nice...We have very few stores to sort through for specialty items, a Walmart and a dollar tree, both carrying a small amount of craft supplies. Our Walmart specializes in scrapbooking supplies and quilting fabric. Those themes are unlikely to come up.
There's this remarkable little shop in the local mall called "All that Glitters". It reminds me of the hoarder that I may become, because it is cluttered with oddities from different eras, like my mind. The shop is small and difficult to maneuver, and you are overwhelmed by the many little things all piled together, to the point you don't recognize them. I always ask "do you have...?" There's been a different employee there each time I've wandered through, and so far, they've always had what I'd been seeking. It can be pretty strange.
Last quarter, we needed to create a wise guru who was like Yoda, Dumbledore, and the Dalai Lama put together, a master, a great teacher, a "tongue-in-cheek" wise man on the mountain...who looked like Yoda - okay :s The team had a tunic and robe. I went to the magical store and asked, "do you have a wizard hat, not so wizardy and pointy? The shopkeep led me to a dark corner overflowing to the ceiling with hats, so I explained that the wizard had to look like a great teacher, and she pulled out a perfect velveteen royal blue hat (within a few seconds)that was fashioned after something from the renaissance, a cross between a cap worn at graduation and something wise and wizardy. Then I thought, "oh, he's supposed to look like Yoda." I asked her if she had any pointy ears, and a yin & yang symbol prop, and of course, she did. Our sage looked wonderful. We had a technical wizard of our own who video-taped the wise man's sequence against a serene, palatial background at the local high-school.
This quarter's theme is disco. I'm out of time. Some of the items I've ordered haven't arrived, and an inexpensive disco light set arrived, non-working. I picked up some sequined fabric for the table tops on dark blue backdrop and figured out a back up plan if the rest of what I ordered doesn't get here. I didn't have an outfit. Looking back to the era, I guess I dressed more like a hippie rather than a dancing queen. I went over to the little shop and said, "I don't suppose you have a disco ball." A totally different lady was there and she looks up to think, and says, "I think I've seen one around here," leading me to a perfect real rotating (small) disco ball, mirror glass and all. I didn't want to spend much and asked if she had some cheap plastic set of lights, but she didn't. I decided to get it anyway. It was much nicer than I planned to buy. There was a multi-colored sequined shirt in my size in the corner on the wall behind the head of a moose that "mooed?" when you walked by. It's probably been there for years. So I got that and a matching sequined gold hat. When she rung it all up, she only charged me $35.00. "I checked with my boss, and today, it's all on sale", she said.
Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou for being in our community.
there would be sunlight
Somewhere, up there is the sun.I like to see it in my dreams and day dreams where I lay atop my car on a beach in Texas, and the waters and sand are warm. 20 years ago, it was enjoyable. These days, any sporadic break into daylight gives me ocular migraines.
My daughter very much liked the "Twilight" movie. I told her it was filmed up in the rainforest. She called today to say she had also read the book, and wondered how I could stand it up here with the all the rain and lack of sunlight. It's a work of fiction. It seems so strange for someone to say "I know what it's like up there in the Pacific NW, because I read it in a story about vampires." Nevertheless, it's true.
This winter when the storms are absent, there is fog. I had an illuminating experience one evening in the dark, in the fog. It had to do with a photograph from the past. The photo depicts a brilliant view of trees at sunset overlooking a pond. The colors are wonderful, and I've tried to find the spot where the picture was taken. It's in a drawer, and I hadn't thought of it for a couple of years now. About a month or so ago, I was driving home from another town at twilight and the fog wisping over the road became very dense, requiring me to watch the outer edge of the road. My view was focused and there was nothing else visible to distract my attention, until I saw a glimmer of water through a break in the fog. It was far down away from the road in a valley. I don't recall having seen any water there before in that area (and this was long before the floods of last week.) Suddenly I could also see the tree line in dark silhouette, and thought, "well, that's it, from the photo." From the direction, I noted that I'd been searching for the sunset, and all along it was the dawn. It was appropriate to consider, "Why do I see the end of day, rather than a beginning?" Most of the time in the fog, I am lucky to just to see the road. I surmised that it was the fact that there were no distractions that I noticed the pond.
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I really enjoyed that vision in the fog, but as far as I can tell now, it wasn't real. Wherever I was, I can't find it in the day. Maybe it was just a trick of the mind, a half-slumber or just imagining forms in the clouds on the road.
Oh well, real or not...lesson learned. Focus, and begin again.
snow and more snow
It's snowing again...Grrr or BrrrOn Christmas day, I chopped the snow on the deck into igloo blocks and tossed them off into the middle of the yard and shoveled about a quarter of the way down the street to try to get out. We had been blocked in for a couple weeks.
Of course it all melted two days later.
But it's back. Grrrr.
The good news is that I had the deck rebuilt last year, because the wood had rotted, so it is still standing.
How do you date in 2008
I've no idea.I was out Friday night for a casino trip with my mother. After a short while, when it seemed that there was little chance of winning at anything, I sat at a Kino machine where I could lose ever more slowly.
Casinos draw a variety of people. Some are driven, obsessed with the possibility of a big break allowed by luck which may or may not be influenced through the use of charms or rituals. It's curious to me, but I don't discount it entirely. I wonder if bad luck can be psi-missing event. You simply don't believe.
So in the casino, a fellow comes over expressly to speak to me. He was not gambling, but sat down and at first interviewed me about who I was and why I was here. Initially, I thought he worked for the casino as some sort of spy for the marketing group, because the questions were pretty specific, about me, the town, the facilities, the other entertainment. He was cute, young, seemed nice.
Conversation is a game that I'm not used to playing, but was aware of the game whole time watching the moves in my head. Some of it is very deliberate whether spoken or not. The moves: Although he said nothing aggressive, he entered my space by leaning forward close to my face while speaking and constantly stepping on my foot. He chased a couple off who wanted to sit there, protecting the space. Responding moves: I tried to end the conversation at the beginning by telling him how old I was (1) by telling him I was here with my mother (2) and then by telling him that I take care of her in my home. All the while I thought he was attractive and would be happy to follow him around just to look at him.
We talked about spies and religion and local volcanoes. I told him that some of the ash from Mount St. Helens covered patios in North Dakota, and that I was working in Arizona at the time. He said he didn't remember because he was 4.
I wondered if I'd been set up by a person who I knew who is a real practical joker (and she knew I would be there.) Four hours later he decided to go to wherever he was staying to sleep. He asked me to call him the next day. I didn't, but I did think about it. It was nice that he'd been talking to me; it made me feel attractive. If I had more time, I'd take a chance and be a friend.
I don't know what aggressive is. It may not have seemed so aggressive had the little toe he kept pressing not been broken three weeks ago. Maybe that's how people express interest today. Yet one of my favorite lines that we were choosing between a few months ago to be indirect code sentence to let another know the conversation was inappropriate or too heated at work was "You are standing on my foot." They didn't end up selecting that sentence, but it is still my favorite.
escapes
When you have a hectic life and are busy day and night, what do you think about when you have a free moment?The things that cross my mind aren't likely to benefit me anytime soon.
Today's headlines say that they have the body of a Sasquatch and will roll it out for the world to see tomorrow. If it's real, I'm not headed to the woods anytime soon.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/08/14/bigfoot.body/index.html
I've always been a fan of Taps and Ghosthunters. This season it is international, and I catch bits and pieces while studying. For the past few weeks, it has bothered me that they are asking all their questions of any resident ghosts in English. In the last show, the leader explains that ghosts likely can communicate in any language. I dunno. It bugs me, perhaps because I want something to bug me outside of things I must do. If it were me, I'd take a pocket travel guide and ask questions in their own language. Of course the literature in those guides may be limited to simple phrases to find restaurants and hotels. I'm surprised they found nothing at the Cachtice Castle in Slovakia where Elizabeth Bathory once lived. Why wouldn't it be haunted? The EVP's they've collected at other sites are awesome.
I remember a phrase book that my father had that was printed during WWII. There were commands like "Raise your hands into the air!" They need a book like that. "Who are you! What are you doing here, Don't you know you can leave?"
Mainly my mind has been on the news at dinner, wondering where the missing little Anthony girl could be. I feel bad for the grandparents.
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I tried doing some artwork of a dream, by putting together a photo of my house and some of the ocean. It turned out pretty well. After looking at it, I wonder about the dream. Most of my house dreams are telling me something about my health. In fact, I was sick when I awoke, even dialing 911 in the dream briefly, but didn't say anything. Dreams are like ourselves with layers of meaning. It might also be exposing fear of debt. The house is sinking, I'm trapped and might drown. I am worried that a new roof will be needed soon and the falling prices might keep me from fixing it. I didn't think of it that way until after I put it into a picture. Who knows? It was a fun little photo to submit to the IASD Psiberdreaming Gallery for the September online conference.
I looked for Sao the other night in a lucid dream. There was a butterfly that appeared. The wings shifted in shapes and patterns in brilliant colors. If I get a chance, I'll try to create some artwork that could express that.
