Making a home: settling in: choosing

May 15, 2005 12:03

About a month ago, after getting back from some excursion to some show, some filming, I don't remember right now, I had that weird dream, the one you found so upsetting, about us adopting children, who die...

Today I saw saw Orli on TV, talking about his dog, Sidi, that he rescued. Karl, I think I want a dog. Ever since I saw that, as I was walking through the furniture store looking for side tables for the bed room-crates are good, but a table with drawers is more-um-tidy, for lube and things (I do wish you wouldn't throw the lube tube on the floor-I always step on it, ewwwww, cold lube, not pleasant, friend), I've been thinking-no, sensing-I want a dog.

Drive up and park, the two golden wood, Craftsman-style tables in the back, glad to see your Jeep there. Leave the tables-I need to see you. Throw open the door, call "Karl, Karl- are you here?"
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