The truck started this morning jarring me out of deep , dreamless sleep. September 28

I had the presence to look out the window down into the driveway at the two trucks sitting there, it was somewhat dark still, I think maybe the back light was on.

The garage roof is covered with leaves, the garden is a mess of tangled , dark, spent, foliage. And I wondered, where were the poodles? Where is Al going this morning.

You see, my subconscious brain woke up in Berry Creek.

I was annoyingly jarred awake again, tangled up, shivering in my quilt in spite of the 80 degree morning with 85% humidity. Jarred awake by the sound of an Airliner braking in its flight path to the airport not more than 40 miles from here. The know it all , 30something next door, yelling into her phone and whining loudly to her father, Sirens are blaring in a neighborhood close by. Dogs barking, traffic, oh and there goes the train across the street. Somewhere someone is running a power tool of some kind. Well why not, it was already 10 here.

And nothing looks familiar. I had forgotten my own room. I know I loved it, but it feels cluttered and closed in. And already feeling pressure that I have to be somewhere or doing something for someone before i even unpack or eat and i shouldn't be on the computer doing this. And I have to get dressed, no more wandering outside in my nightgown. I'm wasting time! everything is a mess, the mail is piled up, there is nothing but condiments in my fridge. NOTHING.

So I'm shutting down for now. Getting off of the computer. Keep my impressions to myself. for now.

I'm going to get dressed and walk down to see my dad whom I am certain is already wondering why I haven't called or wandered over. Hope the hell I can avoid contact with or have to engage in inane conversation with the neighbor, or that someone isn't going to start nagging at me to cut down my trees already.

bfn