Saturday morning:

My dad watched the worker clamp the junction box to the end of the new conduit. The empty garage was clean enough to be new, but they'd lived there for years. My dad wanted a new light in the other room, switched from the garage. He explained to the worker that there was supposed to be a relay on the switch, and the worker said ( Read more... )

I suddenly remembered a dream from a day or two ago, or part of one anyhow ( Read more... )

I walked through the narthex and down the hall to the education wing of St. Paul's UMC. We set up "activities" in all the classrooms; not hour-long distractions, more like way points on a scavenger hunt. (Using only these five popsicle sticks, divide this circle into nine equal pieces.) ( wherein I'm Abandoned in Space with Most of Australia )

I dreamt this morning that I had just returned to Earth. There was nothing but oil rigs and refineries as far as I could see in all directions, doing the industrial work of the Daleks that now ruled the planet. A nearby monitor displayed gouts of fire erupting from a huge furnace on the moon, gradually shifting its orbit.
( concerning Strange Hobbies, Bank Robbery, and Spontaneous Public Choreography )

A rooster dragon walked through a garden to the high stone wall at its edge. A broad brick path separated the jungle of plants from the tall granite slabs that had bordered it for centuries. A gothic archway, its open point taller than the wall's wavy crenelations, offered a view of the gray forest beyond the mighty bulwark. As the rooster ( Read more... )

Saturday morning I dreamed of many things ( Read more... )

Sunday morning I dreamed that Buffy Summers--renowned Slayer and former cheerleader--was at my parent's old house in Eau Claire ( Read more... )