February  25, 2026

I had bizarre dreams last night.  I dreamt I watched a young woman fall off the edge of the world.  The world was flat. That was the whole dream.  

This guy was standing straight up.  I put about a half cup of water  in the pot and he drooped.  He still looks like this 10 hours later.  Doesn't feel rotted or insecure, he just drooped in one movement.   Should I be worried?

Very good thing for me to go to therapy today, for me to go and talk instead of being stuck in my brain convinced I'm all wrong.   

Afterwards I went to the Coop and did the puzzles.  There is a new group of homeless people on the street this week, I'm sure due to the storm, their tentative wilderness homes blown or buried.  But I couldn't cope with the chaos or the uncertainty of it today. I had to leave.

I went and got EJ again and took him to the Y.  I got a couple errands done and went and took some photos around town.   

I tried to convince EJ that trees could interbreed, you can have a mutt tree, but he won't believe my shenanigans anymore.  Gone are the days I could convince him that his genetic make up included Zeus.  When they  become adults and grow smart they're not as much fun.  All of the kids in my life are adults now, except Eliza.  Alright, I have to get to Vt. to try and corrupt my great niece. 

Drove up to see the  beginning of sunset.  The Berkshires  were lovely, as often they are, Mr. Taylor.   All covered in snow, the entire central and northern east coast is covered in snow.  The weather has jumped  around all over the place.  I think we're expecting 50's one day next week.  The sap is running.  It's bobcat mating season, you'd think I'd see one on my ride, but I  only saw a red tailed.  I actually drove 70 miles today while taking pictures and forcing myself out of the dumps, out of my own way.   

Oh and Gary, creep, shoveled my walkways and driveway for me while I was out.  He can't stand to not do it.  I need to do something for him in return.  Not sure what.  I yelled at him today, how's that for gratitude?

I did get an appointment with  the doctor in regards to pain management.  That's a plus.  I also am making a have to list for tomorrow.   I will get concrete tasks done tomorrow.  February will not feel like a bust. And it would be wonderful to write a couple poems for open mic on Sunday.

I don't seem to have a lot to say, but I'm not shutting up either.

When I was 15 in August of 1968 my arm was squashed between the top of a VW Beetle and the road, the car flipped right over it, hand was smashed, but only one finger bone was broken and my wrist was badly lacerated, but my arm bone did not break. The finger that was broken never mended properly, but other than scars, there was no permanent damage to the use of my right hand or arm.  I'm not sure why I got focused on this today. I 

wonder if it is one of the 6 major stories I am supposed to tell.  Did that experience shape my life in a large way?  The whole of the summer of 68 definitely shaped my life, but was the car accident a paramount moment in the year?

Eventually, I will solve the riddle of my 6 most important stories, but I don't think it will happen tonight.