Good morning, all!
I had most peculiar dreams last night, none of which I can now remember, but I do remember that my dad was in at least one of them I suspect a lot of it has to do with my reading FOOL and its KING LEAR source; as you may or may not recall, I've been living KING LEAR since my dad, around 1990, gave/sold his empire, the construction business he began in 1965, to my two brothers, Randy and Macbeth, and the oldest son became Lear's youngest daughter Cordelia, who wanted nothing of the family business. So, until my dad's death in 2007, I was the one called home to mediate/soothe/rationalize thngs whenever Goneril and Regan - I mean Randy and Macbeth - got into battles with my dad over the "company," bitching that he wouldn't stop trying to run it after gving it up, or plotted to overthrow the other, or became violent to each other's physical welfare. Randy's misfortune is that he married a sensble and kind woman while Macbeth found a hard bitch to support/enable his crimes against everyone.
So, reading FOOL has brought up a lot of subtext and a real longing to see my dad again, but such things can only happen in dreams or madness, so I'll dream. My mother took the other option,
Today, the barber at 10:30. Following that, edits with Mr Skip Kennon, and then home to whatever fresh hell comes down the road.
