It was rough here last night. Late in the evening, in an effort to calm, a bunch of scraps in the basket were grabbed and stitched down. Taking the shape of a house, of course.
Later, there was a dream... Driving through New York City with both boys, heading to meet K. All three of us were sitting in the backseat with no one driving. That old nightmare. And then Blue reached over to take the wheel. Relieved and terrified all at the same time (because in real life, he still doesn't have his license), I watched him maneuver through rush-hour traffic as we headed into a tunnel.
And there, standing in the middle of the thoroughfare amidst a pile-up of wrecked cars, was Jude. She had on a short fitted grass green dress, respectable and fancy, dressed for a party. She was moving from to car to car, carrying a medicine bag- one of those old-fashioned Doctor's bags. Calm as can be. I yelled for Blue to take a picture of her with his phone camera. He took a couple shots, and then finally pulled over to get into the front seat. As he drove us through the tunnel, we passed Jude standing over a pile of broken car parts, throwing her hands up in the air and walking away, knowing she'd done all she could do.
This morning I found that moon on the dining room floor. I'll stitch it on after work.
