(Thursday, August 21, 2019)
In this dream I am not myself. I am a woman who reminds me of my mother-in-law Kay. I am in my seventies, overweight, with an aging hunched posture. My personality is not that of a creative, but of someone who has managed other workers or taught children for many years. Organized, outgoing, methodical and not very feminine. Supportive but a bit predictable.
Chris and I have owned the sole house next to a cliff on Lake Superior for decades. It’s modest in size, but the view is inspiring. Being near the deep, deep water is important to me. I value the natural privacy too.
A member of the local government planning commission has sent us a message in the form of an earthenware pot filled with leaves. At first I ignore it, but then I take two of the oak leaves that are lightly coated with sap and dip them in the lake, swooshing them clean.
This alerts the planning commissioner that we are ready for a discussion. He comes to tell us that the property near our house is being rezoned. The new lots will be tiny and the houses will be very close together. In fact, our backyard will be bordered by a white fence just a few feet from our back door.
At first we find this a little disturbing, but as we ruminate on the new plan we become accepting of the change. We haven’t painted our house in many years, and we decide to paint it in honor of our new neighbors. The house will be cerulean blue, the windows yellow ochre and cranberry red.
Day notes:
We have new neighbors next door from Colorado. We haven’t met them yet.