Patchwork of stories

WEATHER: Six more inches of snow on the weekend and cold winds blowing. But sunny at 14 degrees.

POISON: I poured ice melt on the path and my brother later told me it was ant poison. I wondered why it was brown. He and my Dad before him had put the ant poison in an ice melt jar and did not relabel it. Of course, I was upset as every time anyone walks to the door now they walk through ant poison and my cats were going out that door too and sitting in it.

No one here seems upset about it. For my part I decided to use a different door but mom can't use it as it has 3 icy steps. I fear the poison will be there till spring when the soil can be turned. It sticks on people's boots and tracks on into the house. So I vacuum a lot.

The irony is that I spent two weeks when I first came up here seeking out and getting rid of all the poisons and there were a lot. For apples, for bugs, for flying insects. Tons. It's hard to believe that my father, a scientist, would put poison in an unlabeled container. But he did. And he used these poisons. To see the falibility of one's parents. I guess that is part of growing up.

DREAM: I am visiting my homeopathist who invites me to stay and join in on a poetry group. I try to call Mom to tell her I'll be late but I can't get through. I stay anyway. A number of the group poets are guys from elementary school, although aged. I am surprised they turned out to be poets.

When I leave I must find my car in a large parking lot. In most parking lot dreams I can never find my car and wander the lot, in the dark, being afraid. In this dream I spotted my car immediately but saw it was partly blocked in by another car. Then I saw some swat team men with guns crouched by some trees. When I reached my car I saw there were people hiding under the car beside mine. Get down, they said. I just want to get in my car and drive away, I said. But I couldn't. There was some "bad guy" I guess that the swat team wanted to capture in a nearby building. I thought it was dangerous to lie under the car as what if it exploded. Then I saw more swat team men approaching from the back. I crouched down and soon awoke.

FEARS: a lot of fears are coming up re: driving on the snowy roads. I am not used to this and want to stay home. But I must face it and will go out this afternoon to pick up a present for my Mom.

Be well and thanks for listening. Suki