| Sunday January 3, 2010
Dreaming I was struggling in a job to proof read the last line of an instruction before closing time. I glanced at the clock and realised I had one minute to check the four lines and if the reader didn’t speak faster I had no hope of completing the job before they
locked the doors at five on the dot Christmas eve (ummmm bit late - lol). As I started to read the last line to hasten the procedure the clock chimed 5pm everyone put down what they were working on and I looked up hopefully to see if anyone was willing to complete the one short line. NOPE! The boss had the keys in his hand and wanted to lock up and the other person I was reading with put down the paper turned on his heel and left. I knew it was useless but had that sinking feeling that it was just six more words and it
could be completed? Very disappointing dream.
The feelings in the dream that it was pointless to even attempt to continue when no one was willing to co-operate were palpable.
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| Minimalist Poem for January 2010
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Beauty by RAPace
No aspect of human perfection rather,
a sacred sequence of soul connection.
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Welcoming the newest member of the Puck household ... a Catahula. He likes the rabbit ... the rabbit is miffed at the invasion and I had forgotten I am allergic to the odour of dog *sigh*. I guess that's where medication makes an adjustment along with every other aspect of my life. Am currently testing names because his original name Agacon has too many syllables and doesn’t quite come natural when I call him {*_*} Am considering Pockets and Dodger, but Manne seems to be the easiest fit so far. Though I am tempted to stick with the number he was in the litter of 13. The neighbour suggested I stick him in bed with me ... duh! I think NOT ! If I wanted to share my bed it wouldn't be with a four legged animal - lol ... his sharp little teeth and claws would have my waterbed shredded in no time. Manne is as cute as a button but missing his mum and siblings. I had forgotten what it was like to be woken by a crying baby and be on constant call - lol. It's only been 3 nights and I am exhausted catering to a four week old who eats, sleeps, cries, poops, and licks ... all non stop . |
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| Minimalist Poem for December
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Indifference by RAPace
Heart’s furthest hell to reach
existing beyond emotions speech.
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| Minimalist Poem for November ************************************************ Reasoning. To understand, to be understood. A human desire; of what partners should! ************************************************ |
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