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01:28 - 14.02.06 My youngest and I did some house work simply because there were no clean clothes or dishes left. We also had to move some of those stacks of boxes so I could retrieve some more personnel and financial information from them. Ottawa calling with several questions you see. We watched the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland and I couldn't help seeing the local rep everytime the Queen of Hearts showed up in the story - very strong reemblance. It was the first time too that I realized how much I missed some of the cats we had to give to the humane society. Grant you with our very warm winter we have both grass fires and infestations of mice happening all around the city. I guess the timing for those cats to be adopted was the best it could be. Non-toxic mousers that is. Walked over to the post office on Sunday just to find it had been closed early and then over to the Pho house for dinner. My youngest was fnding the chop sticks harder to handle this time but that could have been because of the prety waitress who was distracting him too. Picked up groceries and then headed home to feed our feline family their treats. Salmon and toy mice. They love their mouses. They are all also very happy to have us home on a regular basis. During the election we were leaving at 8:30 in the am and then often not getting home until 10 at night. Even when we were in the house we were usually cleaning, doing laundry, and paperwork as well as sleeping. I was having a great deal of difficulty sleeping at all especially toward the end of the event when there was so much pressure and so little time to get things done. Often all I had were short spurts of nightmare filled naps that left me feeling even more exhausted than when I laid down. Those only stopped a couple of nights ago. Must have been fairly common because one of the Returning Officrs I spoke with tonight said he was still having trouble with his sleep patterns. He doesn't recall nightmares but he can't manage more than a few hours at a time and then he is up and working away at trying to get his paperwork completed too. We are supposed to have our mastercard and cash advances reconciled and submitted by now but we haven't received all the billing or statements that have to gowith them. It is a treasury board regulation but it is unreasonable. 10 days after an event as a deadline while most companies have a 30 day billing cycle just doesn't make any sense. Even though Ottawa tells contractors like me and businesses like our service providers that we must respect their pay cycles they show no respect for the standard billing practices that are part of private business. Oi. Today was a downtown day for errands. Popped in to see my chiropractor for the first time in about a month. After last weeks' stres and all the lifting and carrying I did I was in rough shape. Immediate relief after his treatment but a bit of a boot psychologically. His comment as he was leaving me was to quit the election work "Too stressful". True but not because it should be. Utopian I know. Met with my tech next pick pick up his keys and parking pass. Needed to drop them off at the realtors today you see. He hadn't really needed them after all I guess but I didn't know that at the beginning of the event. We had coffee together at Tim Hortons and just debriefed about the election and his work for about an hour. That was helpful but again unsettling. "Do what's best for you and tell Elections Canada to ......." I can't even say what's best for me right now. Hiding out in the mountains in a snug weather proof cabin sounds really enticing but it isn't even possible. No money coming in makes survival a questionable endeavour. One of the local wholistic magazines had a story of a pioneer family who survived a winter in an old log shack and I know it reminded me how lucky I am right now. Still isolation and some dream time would be very welcome right now. The two dreams I've had that signalled a more "normal" pattern. The first was kind of upsetting. I dreamt I had just given birth but for whatever reason I wasn't being told anything about the baby other than it was a girl. No one would tell me if something was wrong with her or why I couldn't see her. It seemed that I had become unconscious sometime during the birth and was only waking up "now" a day after the event. I could feel the milk coming down to feed her and was anxious to take on my duties as a new mom. It seemed I had a husband and two small children at home waiting for me but I couldn't identify where I was at the time. It wasn't a hospital but it wasn't a house either. Seemed more like some kind of hotel. Just odd and the dominant colour was white. The second dream was quite a bit more entertaining. It started with me makiign women's faces from veils and ceramic casts of a face. I would pin and wind the veil around the face then paint the features after. The body would be of soft fabric and I thought they were beautiful. At first I was on my own but I was invited to come work at a craft store where there was all sorts of really cool material to choose from for my creations. It seemed to be a new store and was a joint project with many women being partners. One of those women was Rosalyn Carter - yes than Rosalyn. She was very kind in the dream and also very creative. The entire group of women seemed to be very compatible and I was really happy to be involved where creativity was not only valued but encouraged and supported. Such a concept. I was wakened form those dreams by the cats. They love sleeping with me. When they sense I am stressed they will circle around and on top of me all purring together. After the baby dream that was very strong but even during the happy dream they seemed to feel I needed comfort. Don't know. Tonight was spent watching Hunchback of Notre Dame - the Disney version - and I can understand why this one didn't become as popular as some of the others - the message was strongly stated and likely unpopular in a lot of ways. The last sentence I think, says something to the effect of "look closely before you decide which person is really a monster and which is really a man" That story about external appearances and place in the world not being the best definition of either manhood or monster like qualities. In it it is the bishop whois the monster and Quasimodo who is the hero. "I give myself some very good advice but I very rarely listen" sings Alice. Wonder who she was referring to. � � |