That's a project all right, just writing down a list of what we're doing these days and what we have plans for - just the list, not even making decisions about what to keep or not.
Even without the world going the way it is, we're all getting older, things are getting more challenging to do, time to do things is less than it was. So.... how important is it to learn, for instance, to can food, vs. other activities? My mom canned years ago, and her opinion then as now is that it isn't for everyone, and that one should focus on the things we are meant to do.
I know I need more practical skills, even though I've a few under my belt. But which ones? And what about weaving, illustration, songwriting, etc.? At a meeting last week people were mostly focused on what most folks would consider the basic necessities of life - food, water, shelter, clothing, etc. But that is merely survival. The arts are part of living, and just as necessary.
That said, a poem will not necessarily put dinner on the table.
Too much on the life "plate", need to find the right balance of all the different things....
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
April 4 2011 Dream
Originally posted on April 4, but to the wrong blog:
I came into a room and was talking to L about something we needed to do (list of things, really), and then the cats in the room I'd come from got my attention so I started to go back there, but they were warning me about something coming. A large heavy green snake, about 4 feet long - maybe 5 -- came out and jumped up at me from the ground. I stepped back to one side to avoid it, but it caught its fangs in the sleeve of my sweater. I then remained completely still, figuring that if I moved at all it would sense the muscles of my arms and sink its fangs in. It dropped to the ground and the dog standing by L looked at me then walked up to it and grabbed it just behind the head.
Other details... there were several cats, but in particular I remember Roz, Pussyboots (my family's first cat), and Nicky. Nekko and Issha might have been there but I'm not sure.
Pussyboots was a black/grey tabby. He followed us to the public pool one day and then likely got picked up and adopted by someone. My mom kept trying to get him to 'go home', but what she should have done is picked him up and put him in the house. I was probably 5-6 at the time. Nicky was a black&white we picked up at the SPCA; he traveled with us to Massachusetts. He stayed with us longer, until some neighbor tried to poison squirrels and ended up poisoning our poor kitty. I saw him once after that, napping on the floor against the wall of the dining room just inside the door from the kitchen -- gave me a double take, but there was absolutely nothing there that could have been mistaken for a cat, just wall-to-wall carpeting. Family didn't know what to make of that, but I remember looking for him from time to time.... I think he just wanted to let us know he was okay where he was. And of course Roselynde was with me for 22 years; I'm pretty sure she still checks in once in a while.
The dog looked similar to the farm's dog, Duke, but slightly blunter face, slightly longer coat, and younger. L says that sounds like a golden lab.
I tried to remember what we'd been talking about, but the snake really shook me up. Its head was almost as large as my own fist and the body was close to the same diameter as my wrist.
I came into a room and was talking to L about something we needed to do (list of things, really), and then the cats in the room I'd come from got my attention so I started to go back there, but they were warning me about something coming. A large heavy green snake, about 4 feet long - maybe 5 -- came out and jumped up at me from the ground. I stepped back to one side to avoid it, but it caught its fangs in the sleeve of my sweater. I then remained completely still, figuring that if I moved at all it would sense the muscles of my arms and sink its fangs in. It dropped to the ground and the dog standing by L looked at me then walked up to it and grabbed it just behind the head.
Other details... there were several cats, but in particular I remember Roz, Pussyboots (my family's first cat), and Nicky. Nekko and Issha might have been there but I'm not sure.
Pussyboots was a black/grey tabby. He followed us to the public pool one day and then likely got picked up and adopted by someone. My mom kept trying to get him to 'go home', but what she should have done is picked him up and put him in the house. I was probably 5-6 at the time. Nicky was a black&white we picked up at the SPCA; he traveled with us to Massachusetts. He stayed with us longer, until some neighbor tried to poison squirrels and ended up poisoning our poor kitty. I saw him once after that, napping on the floor against the wall of the dining room just inside the door from the kitchen -- gave me a double take, but there was absolutely nothing there that could have been mistaken for a cat, just wall-to-wall carpeting. Family didn't know what to make of that, but I remember looking for him from time to time.... I think he just wanted to let us know he was okay where he was. And of course Roselynde was with me for 22 years; I'm pretty sure she still checks in once in a while.
The dog looked similar to the farm's dog, Duke, but slightly blunter face, slightly longer coat, and younger. L says that sounds like a golden lab.
I tried to remember what we'd been talking about, but the snake really shook me up. Its head was almost as large as my own fist and the body was close to the same diameter as my wrist.
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