After pancakes, more bubbles this morning. The one day old bubble mixture and the increased humidity made for some awesome 7 to 9 feet long bubbles. I am practicing because tomorrow I need to be able to perform in front of two little boys when I visit them at their grandma’s house. I posted the bubble pictures on my facebook page.
I woke up from a rather telling dream in which a woman I only faintly know, was told to live with her small child inside the tank of a septic system. Inside the place was made habitable because it was lined with enormous sandbags, raising the ‘floor’ above the yucky muck at the bottom. A man in military uniform was inspecting the walls and the smells. I don’t recall his verdict.
I remember looking down in the hole and watched the woman change her baby’s diapers. She was sad that she couldn’t get out into the clean air. I watched her with a heavy hard knowing I was able to move around and get away while she could not.
The dream did not need much interpretation: the military being deep into doo-doo, being inside a tank lined with sandbags, not able to get out, etc. In exactly one week and one day we will get out.
Friday is massage day. Monalisa greeted me with a cup of Starbucks coffee. She gets it through her sister, another story I need to explore further. I got the Afghan masseuse because Monalisa had worked too hard, 7 massages in a day for days on end. The doctor ordered her to do management tasks for a few days.
On our way back I stopped at a pharmacy to get some liquid glycerin to make the bubbles last a bit longer. The guard asked me what the glycerin was for but I couldn’t explain it in Dari, not knowing the word for bubbles. And so I told him and the driver to wait after they dropped me off so I could demonstrate. Although I was not able to show a good 9 footer, they did get the idea and were impressed.
The rest of the afternoon was quiet and relaxing. I made almond biscotti while listening to a BBC radio play of ‘A Suitable Boy,’ and then hoolahooped some more so that I can hoolahoop like Meghann.
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