Policy Pete's Dream Book ---Perhaps

     We were getting ready to leave for an important and rather elegant function. Valerie pulled up in her car and I looked and saw that Don was inside and also a young teenaged girl. I asked if there was room for Dorothy, and there was so she got into the car. I said I wasn't ready yet and that was true. I was not only dressed in my most raggedy work clothes  and worn-out shoes, but  in addition I was grimy and needed to shower. I would catch up to them later. Valerie morphed into Marilyn and she said she'd help me. We went into a palatial building, and down hallways and open spaces to elegant buildings and stairways, all leading to wherever our goal was, to help me get ready for the trip I was to take. I told M. that I would be lost, not knowing where we were or how to get back out  of the circuitous complex of luxurious edifices.  She said not to worry, we were right outside Kohl's on the corner, and so, easy to get to.

  I started to think how could I get ready in such a place---I didn't even have my shoes and where could I take a shower. This was a mistake, I thought and I wanted to undo it, but didn't know how. Then I heard a voice, quite loud, demanding, "M-m-m, Take me someplace."  The voice got so loud it woke me up, and it seems it was my voice.

      

Security Be Damned.

 It's crucial that highly sensitive documents and paperwork be retrieved if ever they escape their ordained location.

   Last year, I was mailed, along with my Social Security statement, the extensive account of another person. I notified SSA and offered to destroy the mis-sent account, but 2 SSA spokespersons were adamant that I should  return the other person's paperwork, even sending a prepaid envelope for that purpose.

   I followed their directive, but of course I could have made many copies of that missive if I had chosen to.

   And so could copies of secure information have been made, right? Real-life spies use their cameras for that all the time, discreetly, I understand.

It's little wonder...

 ...that my mind is still tormented with interpretations. As an English major still in my teens for the most part, we had to analyze the writings of a multitude of authors.

"Under the glistening cherries, with folded wings

Three dead birds lie:

Pale-breasted throstles and a blackbird,

Robberlings stained with red dye."

  D.H. Lawrence is responsible for that nightmare.

The Fair Is Here

    As I drove toward ShopnSave yesterday, there was a line of large white vehicles approaching north on Route 40, almost like a closed parade. They turned left and into the Fairgrounds. So it's real---it's that time again.

Hydrangea

 

The Butterfly

 Beautiful flying symbol of all that is holy and good. Until you take a closer look:

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