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sanpaku_backupI had somehow gotten a ride with someone to go with Mrs. Sanpaku and my friend Richie from Pittsburgh to Indiana. We were in some tiny apartment in a very broken down part of town. At the end of the trip I was at a company meeting and my boss pulled me aside to tell me I'd been laid off. Richie and I left the maze like building and I was wondering how the heck we were going to get back to Pittsburgh. It was a miracle that we had found someone to take us to the meeting in the first place and now we needed to bum a ride from someone, but we had no idea how we were going to do this.
After I woke up from this one I went out for a while and came back and fell back asleep. This time I was cleaning the hell out of the back yard, kind of like my parents' back yard in Pittsburgh, only smaller and with a fence and not on a hill. I had raked everything and made it nice-- I picked up all of the dog shit-- but I was disgusted to find dead birds back there. A couple of dead ducks-- their feathers were green-- and a dead pigeon. They smelled horrible so that even though I had cleaned the yard it still smelled awful. I had no idea how I was going to clean up the birds, if I was going to need special gloves or maybe should just call animal control.
Things floating around in my head of some significance to the above:
1) Talked to this woman from work who got laid off in the bloodbath of a few weeks ago. She didn't have anything lined up. One of the people I work with has an interview. But no one has any good leads for how to get a historian's or editor's job without wading through the want ads in the paper.
2) Spent most of yesterday night raking the front yard of the house (which is surrounded by a fence) which was full of leaves from last November. Actually I'd bet they were there for longer, because in places near the fence, when I raked them up, the dirt was BEAUTIFUL, the color of coffee beans. The leaves must have mulched the soil or something. I can't wait to figure out what to plant there-- probably some shrubs or flowers. Even though I swore I would never invest money in a house I rented again after what my Baltimore landlady did to me. We made the little yards of that house so beautiful after cleaning out cigarette butts and charcoal ashes and everything. I put in a butterfly bush and we inadvertently left a $50 bird bath in the backyard.
I also rented a rug doctor steamer to go over the carpets in the house that have been fouled by the dog. I am so tired of how awful the hallway smells. It got out the stains but by making the carpet wet that pee stink actually became fouler. I hope that some time and some open windows will get rid of the stink now that the source is gone.
So it is not hard to draw lines between my dreams and my dreamlike life.
After I woke up from this one I went out for a while and came back and fell back asleep. This time I was cleaning the hell out of the back yard, kind of like my parents' back yard in Pittsburgh, only smaller and with a fence and not on a hill. I had raked everything and made it nice-- I picked up all of the dog shit-- but I was disgusted to find dead birds back there. A couple of dead ducks-- their feathers were green-- and a dead pigeon. They smelled horrible so that even though I had cleaned the yard it still smelled awful. I had no idea how I was going to clean up the birds, if I was going to need special gloves or maybe should just call animal control.
Things floating around in my head of some significance to the above:
1) Talked to this woman from work who got laid off in the bloodbath of a few weeks ago. She didn't have anything lined up. One of the people I work with has an interview. But no one has any good leads for how to get a historian's or editor's job without wading through the want ads in the paper.
2) Spent most of yesterday night raking the front yard of the house (which is surrounded by a fence) which was full of leaves from last November. Actually I'd bet they were there for longer, because in places near the fence, when I raked them up, the dirt was BEAUTIFUL, the color of coffee beans. The leaves must have mulched the soil or something. I can't wait to figure out what to plant there-- probably some shrubs or flowers. Even though I swore I would never invest money in a house I rented again after what my Baltimore landlady did to me. We made the little yards of that house so beautiful after cleaning out cigarette butts and charcoal ashes and everything. I put in a butterfly bush and we inadvertently left a $50 bird bath in the backyard.
I also rented a rug doctor steamer to go over the carpets in the house that have been fouled by the dog. I am so tired of how awful the hallway smells. It got out the stains but by making the carpet wet that pee stink actually became fouler. I hope that some time and some open windows will get rid of the stink now that the source is gone.
So it is not hard to draw lines between my dreams and my dreamlike life.
