Last night I dreamed that I had a huge aquarium which I’d neglected because I forgot it was there, even though it was huge. Probably 20 feet long, with two levels.
Once I remembered it was there I added some water and fed the fish. Then I went shopping at a little confectionery that was selling miniature aquarium creatures cheap. They were swimming around in a tiny tank. I bought about six of them, including a turtle and a little swimming giraffe. I brought them home and put them in my aquarium. But then I took a good look at the creatures who already lived in my aquarium. There was a fish who looked a lot like a sock monkey. There was a whole roomful of breeding budgies, and another roomful of breeding lovebirds, and another roomful of breeding rats.
There was also a great big mean thing which instantly killed my turtle. I caught him and he had lots of big pointy teeth. I put him on the ground and told him he was banished. He lumbered away across the floor.
Some people came to my door and said they were my landlords and told me I had to get rid of my aquarium. I was sad because I really liked that little giraffe.
Yesterday my son’s father’s ex-wife came to visit. I hadn’t seen her since she moved to the Sunshine Coast in BC with her four daughters, about 25 years ago. She’s in Ottawa for a few weeks because her sister has very sadly been diagnosed with fourth stage breast cancer. We had a lovely visit. The lovebirds perched on her head and we reminisced for a couple of hours. She does holistic healing work at a parrot rescue in Nanaimo, BC, in addition to healing work with people. (That sounds kind of dream-like too, but it was real.)
Other than that, I’ve been pretty busy writing my Nanowrimo book. I’m over 18,000 words now. Last night we wrote at the Centrepointe Library for awhile. I had some books on hold there, including Perseverance, Pranks and Pride: Tales of the One-Room Schoolhouse. I lived in a one-room schoolhouse near Kinburn from the age of 10 until I left home at 15. There are two pages about our schoolhouse (S.S. No. 5 Fitzroy) in the book, along with a couple of photographs. There’s a picture of the 17 students who attended the school in 1959, and I knew two of them. They lived across the road from us, and were about ten years older than me. One of them was in hairdressing school when I was a kid, and she cut my hair by putting it all in a ponytail and then cutting off the ponytail.
Apparently S.S. No. 5 Fitzroy was in use as a school until the year before we moved into it, which surprised me. I just assumed one-room schoolhouses were part of ancient history. So either I was wrong about that, or else I’m part of ancient history. (I think I’ll go with the first option.)