After posting the good news about Old Skool and the bad news about CCSF, I went back to bed and dreamed a metaphor. I was at home when I realized that a lot of people--realtors--were in my kitchen at the back of the house, apparently having an open house.
I approached them and told them I was the home
owner, and I didn’t know anything about their coming to give an open
house. They were not apologetic. I clearly wasn’t a consideration for them,
nor was my home ownership. I left feeling horrible—both because of their
behavior and because they had upset me and caused me to be strident, hurting the
karma in my home. I can’t remember other
details of the dream, but I remember that when I came back to the house later,
they were gone but some of the food they had served remained, and I took it—apparently
to eat it somewhere else--the remains of the unseen!
Today is the Fourth of July, and I've already shared this collage with my office mate. It's one I made when a couple, former students now good friends, gave me a beautiful necklace that reminded me of the bougainvilleas, which are my substitute for fireworks! (Can you spot the necklace?)
I'll also share the photo of today's San Francisco Chronicle, laid out to rest.
I've reduced the picture to make it easier to post and open, but it's hard to read in more ways than one.
It says, "City College loses battle." But of course the battle isn't over yet. They told me that my bougainvillea would never grow facing west, and I never even told them about the traffic on 19th Avenue.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul
And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." Emily Dickinson
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