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of Rossland not Rossland
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I dreamed that I was in Rossland, not Rossland, looking ahead at a mountain that rose ahead of me until it vanished into clouds, everything on it close - fields, pastures, all the way up, how many kilometers high?, beautiful, pastel colors, and I thought to myself that I should learn to ski as it seems that once one began here you would never land...
A white parrot
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I'm in a basement with X & Y (Owners of the new restaurant) and their kids, Ken (Chef, old restaurant), a few other people. It's a gloomy basement, their kids are playing retro video games, Ken is watching, when a bright white parrot flies into my face...
...and sticks to my face, my eyelid, and I manage to spy that there's a tiny hook stuck in it's wing, now in my eyelid as well, and I manage to free it, no blood, a few feathers...
...and now this parrot or cockatiel is my best friend, flying at me from everywhere, landing on my head and shoulders, and making enquiries I'm told that it's (X & Y's) or somebody else's but it seems, the way it's playing with me, allowing me to ruffle it's feathers, that it's mine...
Generally Unsettled
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And feeling generally unsettled, like the weather.
Grey, clouds, cooler - there's the wanting to make a final assault on Crystal Mountain, only there's the caution of knowing that a 6 hour drive will probably be repaid with snow. This working less, it's like getting out of a prison, it leaves one confused. The new job, it settles into it's rhythm, meet the people, new job a lot like the old job, only a lot less money and a lot less hours. Time more to remember myself, only I largely seem to have forgotten, review notes - what was I up to again that was so important?
There's finding a new place to live - this, with a mere 6 weeks to go - should be more of a priority - the place on offer in Queens Bay, it demands a car - and a willingness to drive that same drive all over again, in reverse, and I'm loathe to do it. So - start searching for a place in Nelson. Only 6 weeks to go. And there's the hoard of junk and art supplies to be dealt with, the repacking of the small locker, the jeep - still to be dealt with, it's like raiding the last 2 summer's tomb, the graveyard of hard work and foolish money, it needs to be done, but maybe not just RIGHT now...
That is all. Out of sorts, the change in season, weather, job, and soon to be accommodations, they're all taking their toll...
Treasure hunting...
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Meanwhile, enjoying this time off from work, not "Time Off" per se, but reasonable schedule, and making use of the reasonable time off to search for all the treasures I missed this summer. With little success.
Tuesday, the long drive to Cranbrook, there are a few thrift shops there worth perusing, but no great finds, the Salvation Army - ridiculously priced, broken and unstrung violins priced at $150 apiece, less for a working one at a pawn shop, other junk I didn't need and wouldn't have paid 10 cents on the dollar for, the junk shop in Yahk closed, the thrift shops in Creston, while full, had nothing I needed or wanted, and so the day was a bust. And I thought, as I was driving, that I should just stay home, read a book, and then chastised myself for my lack of ambition, but - really, I would have been better off at home reading that book....
This weekend, down to Castlegar, Rossland, nada.
Well, not entirely Nada. A giant costume horses head - plush, like would be worn by a furry or a mascot. Perfect for You-Know-Who, who has a birthday coming. On that note today, a spread of unadvertised garage sales, a few junktiques, one garage sale with a truly disturbing quantity of barbie dolls and generic 50's, 60's plastic dolls, eye-blinkers every one of them, and so I picked one up, brunette, 2 1/2 feet tall, perfect for Ken's birthday - the idea is coming together in my head - this year, a mixed-media performance art dance - little leather pony girl on hobby-horse watching me dance and prance in the nude around her wearing my horses head, all for Ken.
He will appreciate it. And I haven't given way all the details, so be prepared for the video that will immortalize this, his fortieth-odd birthday. Meanwhile for the next week or so I gotta live with this disturbing shit fucking up my living room, and trust me, it poisons the subconscious...
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