Suddenly we heard a voice. “Excuse me. Your cute dog is over here.”
Well that was gobsmacking because Sue had the red leash in her hand.
However when she pulled it up from under the table, we found that there was no Dominic attached to it. Only a broken piece of string without a hook. The hook was over at the other people’s picnic table along with Dominic. He was having a nice visit.
Some of the politicians make me gag. Their words make me feel as if I’ve binge watched two hundred hours of a show called “Un-truth And No Consequences”.
Charles A. Eastman (Ohiyesa), The Soul of the Indian
I think that our moving to Cape Breton was one of the best moves we’ve ever made.
However, like all things in life it comes with some negatives. One of them is that we had to disconnect the geographical ties that help hold family and friends together.
As I said to one friend in an email, sometimes I think I learn more about what’s going on in some peoples’ lives by listening to my dreams.
In the hospital a nurse asked me if she was ambulatory. I said I thought she was. They wanted her to go to the washroom and give them a urine sample.
I left to find a phone in the main entrance. I phoned my sister and gave her the news.
When I returned to my mother’s floor I heard a nurse shouting, “We have a runner. We have a runner” Guess who that was?
Once I dreamt that a friend was angry at me and when I mentioned this dream to his partner, she told me that he really was angry at me and gave the reason why.
Once we stayed overnight with some folks. All night long I dreamt about cats and how sad they were. There were two cats in the place. I found out that the one cat was very sick and that there was a suicide connected to this place.
However, if I use an ocean metaphor, I might say that many of our dreams come from the depths of this ocean metaphor while our logic huddles on top of the wee tip of a cork metaphor which is floating on my ocean metaphor. And what’s a metaphor for if it isn’t for being a figure of speech.
I guess you could say that my communication became: “A kind of excellent dumb discourse.”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest