(photo P Volker)
That’s My Rebecca reminding me to write about the dream I had two mornings ago, it had some pigs in it, too many pigs. Anyway, here I am right now at 7:30 in the evening hammering out the blogpost. Way too busy to get to it today yet. But here I am.
Well, what the heck Felipé why the heck were you too busy for us. Yea, we had Bible Guys first thing over Zoom. That went pretty well, I think that we can work with it. Then I was off with Wiley who scheduled an arborist friend of his to come over and take down three problem trees in his front yard next door. So, a bunch of Wiley’s friends and myself were the ground crew hauling and managing all the debris. Wore me out keeping up with the young bucks. So, I have a good excuse for a late hand in on the blog.
But the pigs, yes Dear. I have identified a state of mind that I have been prone to slip into these daze. Yes, that’s very apt, daze. Sometimes people can get in a situation in which they freeze up because of fear as in “deer in the headlights” but it is not that. It is that with all the crazy happenings lately I have a hard time processing it all and my mind can drift into a sort of stupor where I am far away from my task at hand. I know just in general it is hard to have a clear thought without the virus or the economy impinging. So I call this state a stupor.
So, as happens I had this dream early in the morn that shook me awake and cured me of this problem at least temporarily. In the dream I was unconscious on the ground and got these strange nudgings and sounds that at first were hard to identify in my state. And slowly I was forced toward the surface. Things were smelling my hand and face. I suddenly realized I was surrounded by herd of pigs and they were getting close to eating me. This happens if you don’t know. And in this adrenaline pumped state I beat them off. Yikes.
You know dreams can be strange and this was a strange one but seems to have cured me. No more stupors for Felipé. You get too distracted by what possibly could or couldn’t happen and the pigs will eat you for sure. So there I’ve said it.
OK, 430 words, I have to go.
love you like before, Felipé.
Wow, I know this is true, that pigs can eat you. Matt Dillon of Old Chaser Farm on Vashon said that if he fell over the fence his pigs would say, “he tastes like pizza”. Do you think these pigs are tumors? You have to guard against pigs for sure.
I actually like pigs but they need respect and distance.
I had a dream recently about rabbits, who though numerous looked okay, but were NOT okay. Random thoughts. I appreciate your daily blog and what it takes:).
Be careful with the young bucks. My dad would say you are old enough to supervise! Love.
Michelle ~ we want to hear more about the rabbits? You can’t just leave it like that. Love and stuff, Felipé.x