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a fine landing upon a bed of nails
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Back, now, finally.
A hundred pages of notes, photos, scattered, new job in construction, outdoors and worse hours (I never thought this possible, but they accepted my terms - that I'd be leaving in the spring, and so now I must accept theirs...), a small room in a smaller house.
The adventures, I will add them here as I find time, for the next few weeks unfolding this blog will be a bit of a puzzle to assemble events into their proper order, but if you're that curious you'll figure it out.
I'll catch you up in brief upon the summers misadventures, the rain and snow and swollen rivers, the hillbillies with their quotes from Ezekiel, the countless "no trespassing" signs, the hours driving from the Tulameen to Cypress Hills, Edmonton to Pincer Creek, gold, finally, in quantities that will require better equipment than I possessed, not failure just yet but a winter to recover finances and find new prospects, equipment, keep warm. The months of August and the slight beginnings of September spent homeless and upon the road, a new car, better car, my car, a new place, smaller but temporary, and many thanks to those who lent me their sofas.
Eventually it will all make sense.
Excavations
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The change of employ has led to a new variety of dreams - excavations, wet, grey, digging pits and trenches into the earth, no purpose or explanation provided, grey, wet, cold...
Mechanical Sparrow
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I've charged my daughter with looking after 3 pairs of pets, there's a pair of Guinea Pigs, a pair of (?? forget...), and a pair of sparrows, and somehow she's fucked up and one of each pair dead....I'm furious, smack her hard across the face and then discover the surviving sparrow is engaged in a duel to the death with a small mechanical sparrow, a medieval tin automaton that's battling it with a sword, I look to my daughter and her face is swelling and I feel bad about hitting her...
of Anna in Calgary
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I dreamed that Anna was in Calgary, she'd been living here for about a year. I meant to see her, to get together, but somehow it never happened even though she lived just around the corner and so one day while we were chatting on the phone she tells me that she's moving, Missouri or someplace, and suddenly I'm filled with an urgency to see her, get together, rushing to rearrange my schedule to fit her in...
(note: this is a curious inversion of the "lost in London-not-London" dreams I frequently have, wherein I'm searching for Anna in a London that's not as I remember...)
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