ScreechingCoot of Bliss

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Just the usual. Naps, coughing. Beautiful day that I missed out on. It was pretty to observe from a distance. While napping, I dreamed I was in some liminal place, sort of like a rest stop, but much nicer. There was a public building and lots of grass and trees. There were three little girls dressed in diaphanous costumes. One was like butterfly wings. They approached me and wanted to play. The butterfly girl wanted to climb up on my shoulder. She said that she was worried that birds would try to get her. This seemed like a sensible fear for a real butterfly, but I told her she was too big a butterfly to be afraid of birds. Another woman nearby assumed I was the babysitter, and asked me when the parents would be back. I said I definitely was not the babysitter, and didn't actually know these children. I woke up and staggered downstairs feeling disoriented. I was sad that the butterfly children were gone.

I spent Easter at home because of some random virus. Now I'm going to spend Mother's Day having covid. It's not fair. I am indignant. For all the good it does me! Indignation against fate is one of the more futile hobbies. The children sent me the most beautiful bunch of flowers, with all their names on them. I love to run my eyes over that list, almost as much as I enjoy dwelling on my favorite flowers.