01:30 - 21.04.07
H2O
Happy 81st birthday, Your Majesty. I hope there will be many more to come!
The phone was ringing as I was preparing my youngest's work lunch for him. Didn't reach the receiver on time, however, the call display indicated it came from Elections Canada. No voicemail so there was no way to be certain who had called. I wasn't certain either that I wanted to talk with anyone from there yet. The e-letter I had written yesterday dredged up some painful recollections of the illness that overtook me last year and I woke up this morning feeling exhausted. Maybe I processed some of the angst in my dreams. Don't know.
All I recall of the dream is that I was staying in a very upscale hotel with some other females. My youngest grand-daughter was part of the picture as well. We had been assigned a loft suite that took up two floors - one of those fancy curving spiral staircases linking the two floors. There also seemed to be a group of teenagers visiting us part-time. One of my room-mates' daughter and her friends. When they were present, our location seemed to slip to a bunker like dwelling in the mountains. We were being pursued by a group of men and the young ladies made it worse by bringing in what appeared to be marijuana for the party they had planned. I told them to get rid of it since the presence of police - sitting in an unmarked car on the steep switchback mountain road - would actually make our danger even greater. They decided to leave the bunker instead. That was a relief. The scene shifted back to the luxury suite. I was entertaining my grand-daughter by travelling up and down that spiral staircase switching between the very different decors between the two floors. Both elegant and very luxurious they were. The men pursuing us seemed to be coming very close, so I had put something I believed they wanted in her diaper for safe keeping.
At that point, one of the room-mates - the teenager's mom - decided she couldn't stand being confined any more so she donned some very skanky underwear - mismatched at that - and headed down to the foyer. Attached to the hotel there seemed to be a casino that was very busy. The other room-mate and I followed at a distance to watch out for her, but kept to ourselves. That one room-mate's behaviour was ummm, well, lascivious in a foreign country that was quite conservative about such things. We didn't want to have anyone think we were of the same moral character - nuh uh. We finally left after she wandered off with a gentleman for further adventures. We returned to the hotel. For some reason I was carrying the lingerie of the naughty room-mate with me. I'm not certain what she had changed into, but I was very embarrassed to be seen with the original outfit. There was some sort of information center as one walked in the hotel. The attendant seemed to have been waiting to catch our attention even though he had a long line of customers waiting to talk with him. He stated that our pursuers had entered the hotel and that we should take care and hide.
For some reason I found myself using a cell phone - maybe calling someone to come and protect us - as we approached the banks of elevators that would return us to our suite. Those pursuers came around the corner at that point, so my room-mate and I fled out a side door to the grounds of the hotel. It must have been a castle in an earlier incarnation, because it had a moat and earthworks built up around it. The castle seemed to be perched on a verdant mountainside. There was also a railway line curving around, then fading out in the distance. We found ourselves going around the entire circumference of the complex on foot, seeing beautiful and very different vistas at each turn. At last we came to a steep earthen path that led into a secret entrance back into the hotel. We could see our pursuers, but they seemed to be far away, down the side of the mountain and we began to feel safe. I wanted to get back to my grand-daughter. The one teenage daughter was there to babysit her, but I didn't want to leave her for too long without my presence. We slipped inside the hotel and hit the call button for the elevator we needed. The doors opened and we hopped inside. Just as the doors were closing two well-dressed gentlemen of what appeared to be a Sikh persuasion jumped into the car with us. They were carrying hand guns and we were scared. They tried to hurry the closing of those doors - standing in front of us as shields, I think. Gurkhas have the reputation of being some of the fiercest soldiers alive, so I felt a lot safer that they were there protecting us. The men who had been pursuing us burst into the foyer as the doors were closing and the Sikhs said they were there to protect us. That's when I woke up thoroughly confused.
After my son left, I checked my email. There was a note from the woman who I had sent the e-letter to yesterday. She had been the early morning caller, but said she was leaving for the day shortly. She stated that there was a process specified for Records of Employment that she would explain to me when I called her next week. No mention of the misfiled and misleading information sent to Revenue Canada last year in February. That made me cranky. The agent from Revenue Canada was very clear she wanted to know where those deposits of cash had gone if not into a bank account of mine. I'd like to know that too.
Next up, I called the insurance company and paid part of my bill for the home insurance. Spent a lot of time surfing local driving academy's at my youngest's request. He wants formal lessons - which is great. They are very expensive, but the reduction on car insurance premiums means the lessons pay for themselves within a year. There is also the peace of mind that comes with knowing he has had proper instructions too. As I was surfing, it seemed I could see the face and hear the voice of that one hip hop dance teacher I had a couple of years ago. That lasted quite some time. He seemed to be conversing with a woman who was his agent. I don't know why I would pick up on that. Toward the end of the lessons he seemed to decide he didn't like me for some reason, although all I was trying to do was learn a new skill and build up some strength and endurance to enhance what I had managed with the belly dance lessons - remember. I didn't hold up the class or anything, nor did I challenge his expertise in any way so I am at a loss as to why that was. He had introduced himself as being about my age - I don't really think so - but when young women started joining our class he seemed to want to fit in with them and their friends. Maybe he was worried I would in some way compromise the image he was trying to convey to them. Don't know. In the conversation that I seemed to be hearing today, he was referring to that dance studio where the lessons were offered and his patter seemed to be quite positive. Don't know what to make of that either.
Contest entries keep showing up in my inbox and on the websites I have been linking to from those connections, so some time was spent today filling in entry forms. Can't win if you don't enter, I guess. Funny how all of those offers have clustered together at once. It would be nice to win something wouldn't it? This article about blood pressure and salt addiction bothered me. If it is true that ions of chlorine and flouride from our water, the bottled kind too, block iodine receptors in our thyroid gland, then there is no surprise that Westerners would crave the one reliable source of additional iodine available to them. I've taken to painting iodine over my less visible lymph glands as an experiment to see if it improves my immune system's ability to fight viruses. Check out the Periodic Table for the reason, if you wish. It may or may not, but I have noticed a significant, although unconscious choice, with respect to the drop in the amount of salt I use. Hmmmm. Our city has switched from chlorine to salt water swimming pools because of the damage chlorine does to lungs. Chlorine gas is known to be extremely toxic to humans. With burn patients, the medical community also uses salt in hydrotherapy treatments, instead of chlorine in most cases - something learned from observations made in World War II where skin damage from burns was significantly less when the victim ended up falling into the ocean during their time of injury. Hmmmm 2 - interesting coincidences anyway. Maybe a comparison should be made of western populations where high blood pressure and flouridation/chlorination are constants, against Asian populations where high blood pressure is lower, they have access to fresh seaweed and no flouride/chloride in their water supplies. I realize that our drinking water has to be disinfected and purified, but one of the articles I researched further stated that three drops of iodine per liter of water would have the same efficiency as the flouride/chloride mix. Apparently it is recommended as part of all home first aid kits. I didn't get a lot of housework done - just the routine things - so I guess I'd better crawl into bed and hope I'll have more energy tomorrow. Good night dear diary.
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