March 12th 2019
Make sure to keep everything in its right place.
I have arranged a collection of scrabble tiles into a motto within a frame. I lean it against the fireplace. The motto makes no sense.
March 14th 2019
Surprised to learn that I have a pair of black, eight-eye, DM boots after all. They are well-worn and comfortable.
March 15th 2019
A large, handsome boat that dad has built. Lots of mahogany. He is below deck, on his back beneath a mess of pipes in the engine room. I stand on deck and look down the hole. He is trying to fix something.
“Get me a ___________ number two, now!”
I dig around in a large toolbox at my feet. But I don’t know what it is I’m looking for. I pass him a screwdriver. It is the wrong tool.
He comes up on deck and immediately locates an unusual, to me, implement. It is for heating canvas.
One thought on “dream diaries…61.”
Rummaging and unearthing treasures for us all… what a sweet post. – tsk
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