= January 8th, 2014. Natsha F.’s Birthday. =
For Christmas this year, Santa Claus got us a security camera system (partially to see if we can capture anything spiritual with the 100 foot night vision capability). Instructions say “set up the cameras close to the recorder before installing them wherever you want to install them permanently. So far, with all the snow outside and trying to decide exactly where to set up the cameras, the cameras are still inside, cluttering up the office with their cables and showing other office clutter while they cycle by on the screen. It’s a bit odd, now I know more or less what I look like from behind and at other strange angles. (Colours aren’t perfect on 4 of the cameras, but they’re close enough for what we want. And instead of the bright white ‘Orphan Annie’ eyes they capitalize on spooky teevee shows I have more shots of me with very black eyes to muse over.)
Wednesday, January 8th, 2014. -16˚C / +4˚F (( Wind Chill = -12˚F)) @ 6:14 am.
Dreamed an epic dream that I was writing a deep, many layered novel. I didn’t know I was dreaming at the time, but I knew I was planning to turn my experiences into a deep epic novel, & wasn’t quite sure where it would go or where it would end.
The part I was immersed in tonight was a wedding. With all sorts of intrigue as it was probably the first wedding this extended family had ever gone through at a non- smoking facility. Many of the single young men were sleeping in a basement (and I was one of them. Even if I felt like this was my immediate family’s upgraded basement) There was a Moe type Cat sleeping on my chest for at least part of the night before.
There was a lot of cattish behaviour (mostly talk) among the young ladies at the event. Intellectual snobbery, moral snobbery, flirting, triumphant hoots when the not so popular overweight woman was asked to dance by one of the most eligible of the bachelors. Subtle flirting, even the one with the most acid of tongues came close to melting when close to one young man and wanted to hide that from everybody, maybe especially him.
I got the impression there were lesbian undertones at one table, And a lot of “Try not to give the Patriarch / Matriarch a clue as to what any of this is all about.
When I woke up I had a strong impression that there was somebody or some entity walking around the kitchen. The dog growled and Max hissed. I looked at the clock, saw 5:56 (am) and thought someone had turned a light on. I wondered if Cathi was sick, getting up at this hour to find some medication so she could make it through another day of work.
I ended up looking at the ceiling in the living room (I ‘d been sleeping in the chair) and wondering where to put a night vision camera (to stand sentinel for things that go bump in the night.)
I should end this part of today’s journal here with the sound Jassper makes, growling in his sleepiness.
~~~~~Jim (Wednesday, January 8th, 6:26 am) ((anniversary of us moving into 626 Huntington Road in 1959)) Rod McCauley Jr’s Birthday.
Thursday, January 9th, 2014. -18˚C / 0˚F @ 8:30 am ((Teevee guy said the windchill was -29˚C around 7:30 am)). Clear- cold-
Saturday is supposed to start out at around -18˚C /0˚F and gradually warm to about +8˚C in the evening. (=+46˚F) We might just start out as snow, get about 4 hours of freezing rain before it turns into all rain… sounds like life will become ineresting on Saturday.
Sunday should be even warmer- with more rain? ((They’re talking +10˚C / 50˚F. ))
When I was trying to see the future for our annual prognostications- I saw a lot of precipitation and a lot of puddles surrounded by snow. (that was January) and so far it looks like I got that right.
~~~~~Jim (more later?)