Come Morning And A Visit From Dog Spirit

Come morning I have an appointment with Sir Dude, my therapist and member of my Team. Will be out and about on one of my Little Blue Buses for what I hope will not be such an adventurous day. Last weeks rubbish was enough to cause any body to get all side ways and such. And yes, I know this was 'only' the second time, so I'll cut them some slack. I did have the opportunity to voice my concerns about those occurrence's and feel as if my words were heard. Maybe through the words of the one I spoke with - but I was able to get my point across...

...I said, "I don't do abandonment too well and I did say that and I have issues with them." True.

Come the morrow I'll make follow up calls to He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, the laboratory and pharmacy down in Sarasota, Florida who have mistook me for somebody else, I suspect. And I will reach out to Miss. K. at the Government Office to insure certain Team Member's did what they had to do for me, The Team and Franchise Person. I am also the team Mascot and her.

The pains in my neck, shoulders and skull are a high "7" and I go un-medicated. There are pains that generate behind my ears - both - alternating. The sounds of the gators, frogs and crickets that live behind the General Store at Holiday Park in The Everglades are absurdly loud and very alive within both ears. Between both ears and inside this thick skull they're all fucking alive.

I was blessed with the visit of a dog's Spirit earlier this afternoon. A nice sized larger dog that was white, white and had big black and brown ink blots on its fur. Like the markings of those beautiful pony's in every cowboy and Indian movie ever made. The Spirit was a very happy One and I thought connections with previous owners here at this Ranch Style Lodge and perhaps one of our hound Abigail's parents. I am in the ball park on this one for sure. I can smell it.

It is now time to be off to my safe place to read another chapter or three of this fantastic book I have my face and eyes enjoying to deaf. It is sort of like that familiar taste of a tea one has drank for decades or the exquisite flavour of Honey. Seen? Seen. And good night to you too.