Driving a snowy mountain road to a small inn. Graeful to arrive and be welcomed by the bespectaled owner.

Driving recklessly through the hotel in a Corvette

A shabby family comes to my house and expects to move in with me. I’m fearful and run to the next door neighbors who are in bed sleeping. They turn on their lights and come outside in their night clothes but as we go back into my house to talk to the parents, the neighbors vanish.

The camper has compartments on the exterior which open to display Christian Nativity scenes. The statues are charming and idolatrous. We will drive home in this camper. It’s amphibious too.

The ice cream vendor’s stall is very tall. The market is noisy and he hands me a float drink with vanilla ice cream and chopped almonds. I had asked for a mint chocolate chip cone. We can’t hear each other and are both very annoyed.

A small boy dancing through the marketplace

Two post-election dreams - one about getting to know new neighbors who peer in windows and let their children and projects invade my yard. The other dream about children with cars and guns.

My Facebook friends are all people I’ve met in what we call Real Life. I recognize that not using my Real Life name here may make me “hard to find”. Don’t worry, please! Authenticity is still my guiding star. If I follow you, you won’t be sorry if you follow me back.