Category: Denise

(Monday, February 24, 2025) moon waning crescent Capricorn

Two adult sisters are outdoors, on a meandering walk to enter a building where I manage a few chores. I know they are on their way, and I have met them before. They are taking their time. I prepare computer software that will process financial work they need to do.

When they arrive and enter the room, they take a short look at the pleasant decor. Then I remind them about processing the numbers. I show them how I am using the software and they take over. I don’t have to do it for them. I stand next to one of the sisters and she tells me about their upcoming travel to Australia. They are ready to buy their tickets for the flight. I say, “My friend Bonnie used to live in Australia.”

Day notes:

I always have to wait to finish preparing our taxes for Carlson because a legal document from Chris’ trust arrives in March. I am nervous that we might owe taxes this year since our financial advisor said to file for Social Security without having taxes taken out every month.

I had a dream I called “Argy Bargy,” which is slang in Australia for argument, dispute.

When my bank account was hacked, two of the steals were for airplane tickets from Southwest. I have been repaid.

March 26: All went well with our taxes. We only owed the feds $46 and the state owed us $84.

(Saturday, February 22, 2025)

I had a recent dream about creativity (Argy Bargy). Both Victoria’s dream circle and Cullan have (separately) discussed my benefit to focus on the creative at this moment in my life. And Bonnie has posted a new dream about abstract art and playing marbles with me. “Denise puts on her glasses.” Visualization? Reading/writing? The word “marbles” has a list of interesting definitions. In Argy Bargy I am attending plays and in Bonnie’s dream we are playing.

I have been thinking a lot about what creative direction I wish to pursue. Today a detailed email newsletter from Sharon Blackie confirmed my main idea, which is to research my years of dream posts and create inspired short stories. Sharon says fairy tales offer hope and redemption but they don’t shy away from the dark. The wolf is always at the door. I love my black wolf dreams from 2017.

Dreams are like fairy tales, folk tales. I don’t know if I should just write, or if I should include imagery. I can decide that later. I have to start with the stories. Stories is a word that crops up in so many of my house dreams. I watched MN Original last night and was amazed by two of the gifted women artists. They were both far outside of our cultural norms.

I read a nice article in the local paper about Alan Page’s new children’s book. He and his daughter have written five books together.

(Sunday, February 16, 2025) waining gibbous moon Libra

I am in Lowertown (the St. Paul neighborhood where my old art studio was and where Chris and I first lived together). I am sitting in a brick building next to the river with my former coworker Alysia (who lives in Arizona) and another female employee of Ergotron who was hired after I was laid off.

Alysia has a different job now, not design work (which is true). She is a manager. The other woman is also a manager. I chat a little about the past functions of my old employer, mentioning our former boss Louis. The new woman ignores my perspective. She thinks the company is in much smarter shape, which I don’t.

Alysia and I plan to go to a theatre to watch a local play. I mention to her how Minneapolis is very active in that art-form, saying there are at least twenty or thirty small acting companies. She hasn’t been to Minnesota for a long time, and I plan to show her around. Before we go, I head to the office bathroom, which isn’t working right, so I skip it and walk back into the meeting room where Alysia is waiting for us to leave together. Outside, I notice a huge iron barge moving along the river from the south, toward Minneapolis.

Day notes:

Culllan and Hillary had a calm and loving conversation yesterday, via a phone text.

Ergotron is in Eagan, a St. Paul suburb near the river. I helped train Alysia in the design process for many years. I was her manager.

The Port of Minneapolis is the final place where a barge can travel. Last Sunday Cullan and I drove along Highway 61 and the Mississippi to get to Rochester. We saw at least fifty bald eagles. During my childhood we would waterski on Lake Pepin and barges would often make huge waves that would nearly topple us.

Barge (Oxford dictionary)
noun: a flat-bottomed boat for carrying freight, typically on canals and rivers, either under its own power or towed  by another.
verb: move forcefully or roughly.