Even in my dreams, I look up words in the dictionary. The other morning I woke with a very clear sense that I had just looked up the word mordain, and in the dream it meant: a spirit that comes to life to inhabit a suit of armor kept in the apogee of a cathedral (yes, I know that's not what apogee means, but in the dream it did) to protect the holy site. Hm. In the fog of waking, I was eager to check an actual dictionary and see if it might mordain might really mean that. I thought that would be very, very cool, if I somehow channeled the dictionary in my sleep. But no, alas, mordain is not a real word; I have not discovered a hidden super power. Not that it would be a very useful super power anyway. And as far as I know, churches don't keep suits of armor in their apses or anywhere else, waiting to be possessed by warrior spirits! Oh, and in the dream, the cathedral in question was on a spaceship. Pretty cool dream. The suit of armor was gloriously beautiful, too.
I've been absent from blogging due to travel. I have missed my internet access quite severely. I've been cursing the world for not being "wireless." Seems like it should be. Portland is, at least partially. Without internet, and not watching TV, we didn't hear a national weather report until this evening to learn that it's below 0 in New York, where we're headed tomorrow!!! What?!? Frick!
So we went out lickity split to buy some warmer coats, and I got this long hooded brown thing, but Jim was steadfastly refusing to buy anything not COOL. When I reminded him that the cold is actually one of the things that people die from, he replied: "As long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive. I will survive." hahaha. Goof ball. He broke down and let his mother and me badger him into buying a coat. Right now I'm just curious what below 0 feels like. If I've ever experienced it, I don't remember! I'll let you know!
Thanks again for all the kind thoughts about Shiloh. I had thought to write about the experience of the home vet visit, but I don't think I will. I will say that Shiloh went very peacefully; I'm certain she was ready, but I miss her terribly and I'm still in the stage when it seems impossible I will never feel her incredibly soft ears again, or rub her belly. I hope you are all well. Miss you!