(Thursday, New Year’s Day, 2026)
Bonnie and Paul are in my dream. Bonnie has been working on helping people create greeting cards, a new business for her. It seems related to her skills at photography. She is happy with her job.
I am also starting a card business, because I need income. It does not give me any joy. I take photos of natural elements and add them to the artwork. Adobe Photoshop.
My second chore is working on the grass in my yard. I go outside, walking along the narrow front sidewalk. My corner house and property are at a lower level than the adjacent streets, which is unusual. Most of the houses in my waking world (Tangletown) are on a steep hill.
The tract surprises me. I seed and fertilize my grass often, but there are dead spots in about a third of the acreage. Long, horizontal brown trails. Again I am sad, although I see that everyone’s yard has a similar issue, a symbolic reminder of COVID or the grubs that destroyed grasses in Minneapolis a few years ago. I grab a rake to remove the brown glades, ready to reseed.
Day notes:
Bonnie is successful and communicative with many dreamers. Her small “business.”
Paying for acupuncture, increased healthcare premiums, and not being connected yet to our 401ks makes my financial life achingly frugal. A part-time job would be both a benefit and a heartache. I have been considering that option.
The lower level seems to be about depression. Losing UCare has made me lose my Exercise Coach friends and my Jungian therapist.
The job with photos reminds me of the one I considered two years ago, helping people make books from their collections of photos. I did not want to do it, but a part-time, remote job would be helpful now.