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Nighttime, in the city, don't know which city, a big city. Walking home along a cobbled sidewalk and I've picked up a follower, dark, steel grey dog with black spots, medium height, short hair, sleek and lean, a very handsome mongrel. He's (?) following me, and I'm not in the mood, beside the sidewalk there's a sunken lane or alley, I grab the dog, duck under the rail and gently lower it the 2 or three feet to the lane...
...the dog merely jumps back up and continues to follow me, I repeat this, 2, 3 times, the dog always jumping up to resume following me, finally, the lane beside the sidewalk descends too deep for me to lower the dog without fear of injuring him, and now he follows me home...
...home, in my armchair, the dog loyally sitting at my side, growling at anybody that comes near...
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I'm in the trailer for the next Hogwarts movie. A giant wave, dimly flickering blue within, outlining the shapes of the magical sea creatures within, is moving in and around Hogwarts, Judi Dench is watching with a severe look upon her face, there are going to be problems for sure...
...Walking along the ramparts the waves are beginning to crest the tops, a trickle of water slowly making it's way over the mortar to trickle down the wall, looking at the waves off in the distance I don't think this is going to last long...
...with the boy Potter, going down the stairs beneath the waves into the castle, witches, dark flitting shadows, are darting in the arrowslits, marking pickaxes upon the wall, I find one and rub it out with my sleeve, I'm sure they're up to no good, boy Potter exclaims "They're looking for Treasure", and I look at him, he's a bit young for this, shouldn't he have aged a bit, and just like Keanu Reeves he grows up in front of me, lean and weathering, like a new action hero, he means business...
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Thought I was better, but the peculiar dreams seem to indicate not quite...
...That I was visiting with A***, an ex, amicably in Spain, the last chance we'd have to catch up...
...that my storage locker had fallen into the ground, and entering the top of it, clambering over the fallen boxes, I find a trove of silver bars, heavy, maybe 10KG each, there must be at least 50 of them here, I'm mentally doing the math, almost half a million dollars, I'm passing them up and out of the locker to K****, the boy's mother, she can use them...
...at the restaurant, not the restaurant, now a Chinese place in a mall, J***, an old customer, is letting people in, taking their coats up to a closet a few levels above instead of using the coat check, I'm annoyed, I shouldn't be here, it's not even open yet, but the place is busy...
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No surprise, then, when the restaurant was finally done, finally, finally closed, that I should fall sick. It's been 4 months of back and forth, couch-surfing the most challenging of situations, and no sooner than the restaurant is finally done and I'm waiting for my cheque than I fall sick.
Chest, flu, hot, cold, fever. But I'm hanging on for my cheque, once I'm paid I can get out of here, wake up early, get out of the house, see daughter, go to cafe's, errands, thrifting, pass the time until it's late enough and safe enough to return. The cheque, due any day, but not, and every day passes with the disappointment of another day in Calgary...
I'm sick, but I'm suppressing it.
Finally, late Saturday night the final cheque, Sunday morning I'm off. The temporary setback of no banks open is overcome by the fact I have a release on my bank account, I'm surprised, cautiously check it out, withdraw enough to pay my host for the past few weeks, then I'm off...
Not nearly as happy as I should be, all things considered, but the weather is cold, drear, blizzarding in spots, the roads good and then treacherous, and this return to the Kootenays, I'm not sure this will be home either, where is home?, and this gets me thinking...
Wildlife, bighorn sheep, deer, moose, caribou...
The drive, long, exhausting, I'm sick, lacking in inspiration, imagination...
...and finally, home "ish", the woodshed, turn up the heat, wait, the next 2 days sleeping 20 hours per day, fevered sweats and dreams, of restaurants, filled with unexpected customers, unannounced, paper napkins heaped over on Corelle plates...the customers aren't ready to order, everywhere I look new tables that haven't been served...
...a funeral, 4 young indian girls carrying the black coffin of their schoolmate...
...looking for the restaurant, the new restaurant, on 4 street, they need my help only I can't find it, the new restaurant, don't care, don't want to...
Waking up, every couple of hours, the sheets soaking, falling back asleep, it's to be expected, this has been the longest 4 months of my life and I'm glad it's over, but now, perplexed as to what should come next, and I know but this is the natural detoxification...
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...a pleasant winters evening, there's a park with a frozen lake, an amphitheater descending to it, just a few meters from the shore there stands a grand piano with bench.
I park the jeep and go down the stepped seats to the shore, wonder, the weather is so unseasonably nice, if the ice will hold me, but it's holding the grand piano, isn't it?
Stepping onto the ice, it breaks beneath me, I go into the water, there's a powerful undertow and I feel myself being dragged around the lake, under the water, but manage to grab onto something and pull myself out...
...a couple of girls, standing near, are watching, one tall and thin, the other shorter and curvy, the tall and thin one jumps in after me, going to attempt a rescue but I've freed myself, only now she's all wet...
We walk together out of the amphitheater, to the street above, both soaking wet, I'm grateful for her attempt at saving me, I'll give them both a ride home so she can change their clothes...
...beside the lake, on a steep stepped slope, there's a young skinhead truck driver, he's got a tuk-tuk parked behind him and is seated beneath on a step, only the tuk-tuk is at a steep angle, the wheel overhangs the step, and I go to warn him, yell watch out, but he's engrossed in talking to someone, ignores me, and the tuk-tuk falls forward onto his back, he's pushed forward but keeps talking....
The girls, I want to give them a ride home, feel bad she got soaked, but now I can't find my jeep, it must have been towed, and the parking lot to the amphitheater is filling up with cars, there must be a concert later, there's people on the street, mobs, fighting, it's busy all of a sudden, I'm upset about my jeep being towed, the girls assure me they're fine, I go into my wallet, to offer them money for a cab, I've got an American $20 and $50, offer the wet girl $50 for her inconvenience, I can't afford this, can't afford to find my jeep and pay the towing and storage, she takes it, is debating, her friend is telling her no, she's thinking it over...