02/22/2010

Happy Birthday George Washington. This is the morning that we take the Princess to the vet for her procedure and shots. Next month we start with the boys. Serious expense here but one that cannot be avoided. I am praying that California pays Steve for past work-summer work earnings and December work. I know that the state is really pushing one of his clients who is actually quite ill to take twelve nits rather than the nine that he is really capable of doing. He is a wonderment-a veteran who fell into evil ways and then converted in prison or as he says "Jesus saved my life". At any rate this conversion has taken him through higher education and into a masters program in one of the seminaries on Holy Hill behind UC. I can see on his face how exhausted he is-he turns a gray cast I imagine because he has only one lung now and various other disabilities and he needs more rest than he is getting. He is an asst. pastor at a church close to us.
Steve's other client said that she couldn't work with Steve because he is not available enough but I can see by what they were working on that she has lost her way with her doctorate from UC. Steve said that "she is too involved with being disabled to write at this time." She is one of the gardening people and I miss her but didn't know her really well.
I am going to plant potatoes this week. I have a rejected bicycle hauler that is just the correct size for holding the bags of potting soil I will use. what I have to do today after leaving Princess at the vet is look up the sources here for planting potatoes cannot use the commercial ones must use those for planting only. I want to go over to the garden business just under the ramp to go to Costco-they have a planting soil that is black pellets and the things raised in this stuff just grow so huge and happy.
I noticed that the sage I planted last year is still small like a midget but it has turned into a bush with a strong core-the sage leaves are fairly mild.
I dreamed that I met this wonderful woman, a bond therapist, that I had been wanting to meet. she had knowledge that I craved and she was visiting in my home and the sun was shining. I had an appointment with her at her office/home. I went downtown and the business district was so wiped out hardly anything left (Telegraph Ave?). I wanted to get my hair cut in a certain way and although I did get my hair cut I wasn't happy with it, the cut did not flatter me or my hair. I get advice from her to it cut from underneath. Well I went into one business to get coffee and a snack and see that in the background people with money are getting the old type of food and service but they are all leaving. I realize that I am late for my appointment I should have been there at 12 noon but it is now 12:25. As I am leaving the restaurant I pass a young man with a suitcase of dead birds that he had hunted and is bringing to the restaurant for the wealthy folk to eat after the kitchen prepares them and then I encounter a goat which wants to follow me and I pet the goat who has a warm,full belly and although I like the goat I cannot take him with me and motion to his owner for the the owner to take over (oh!! Pluto in Capricorn-good omens here that I will not be taken in by the fascist dodo coming our way). In good dream fashion I am anxious to get to her house even though I have already been there. I am quite anxious to get there and decide to spend some family money to pay for a cab. I go to the cab area much like Shattuck used to be and there are no cabs. I see a young man who could be a cabbie but he says no hi is not a cabbie. I somehow finally procure a cab which is a huge black limousine thing and off we go. We are rear-ended and then we read-end someone very confusing. I get to my wonderful therapist but she is already preparing for her next person and I am regretful but she is not rejecting me and helps me with my appearance so that I fit in better and I am planing on going back home.