Tumbleweed of Leave

Dejected. No explanation. Things make me sad. We had a cheerful adventure when we went for a walk yesterday, and stopped on the way back at the home of a neighbor who has bee hives in the front yard and has recently put up a sign saying "Honey for Sale." We found the side door where there's a doorbell on the gate for deliveries, and he came around with his mask on and showed us a box full of bottles of raw honey. We bought two, from two different hives. He also has some hives in the yard of the Kids' Food Basket building a mile or two away, so it's honey from two different parts of town. It wasn't cheap, but it seemed worth it to have some honey that was so local that some of it probably came from our own back yard! Bees range for about a mile, so our yard is well within range for these bees. They also would get honey from all the flowers around our walking path.

Things seen in dreams: I was with a tribe that was summoning their moxie to leap into another dimension. It required an emotion they called "mekeps" which included exuberance, determination, and courage, a dash of recklessness and a dash of vision. I was explaining to an onlooker that I couldn't really translate it well. It was the most important and admired personal quality in their culture. I was in a shop full of artifacts, having a conversation with a philosopher. "It all went wrong when we started dissecting frogs," I said. He replied, "It's so interesting that you would say that. Can you explain what you mean?" I said, "We killed something to find out how it lived. That was obviously crazy." At that point I woke up. Today I had a pleasant Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch. No portals were opened, however.

There's wind and rain outside right now, which suits my restless mood. I'm a big fan of the pathetic fallacy.