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Garden Master
The Hereford bulls were what I had to stay away from on the farm. Cows can have different personalities. A few were somewhat dangerous just because they feared people or didn't really like them. Bulls were always asserting themselves.
In my dream, the bull was fairly young and not full grown. I thought that I could move him out of the herd there in the corral and back where I wanted him just by jumping on him and hitting him with my fist. Get him the hell outta there!
DW climbed out of bed and I woke up to her leaving the bedroom, migrating to the other bedroom after complaining about me hitting the bed. Awake, I apologized immediately.
This time of year, we are inclined to think of people who have been lost to us, of times past. Writing Christmas cards, that is where I was before going to bed.
Up this morning, the first thing I read was a poem by a woman. She was writing about sitting on the porch after dark, watching the moths fly about. So trivial. On the same webpage, a picture of a guy with a cigarette in his mouth pretending to be lifting heavy weights that might have weighed all of 10 pounds.
I turned to something else, something funny. First joke, the question: "Why do bulls make such terrible salespeople? . . . . They charge too much."
Well, that is likely true for the clients but the big shots in the corporate board rooms may have a different opinion.
Steve
In my dream, the bull was fairly young and not full grown. I thought that I could move him out of the herd there in the corral and back where I wanted him just by jumping on him and hitting him with my fist. Get him the hell outta there!
DW climbed out of bed and I woke up to her leaving the bedroom, migrating to the other bedroom after complaining about me hitting the bed. Awake, I apologized immediately.
This time of year, we are inclined to think of people who have been lost to us, of times past. Writing Christmas cards, that is where I was before going to bed.
Up this morning, the first thing I read was a poem by a woman. She was writing about sitting on the porch after dark, watching the moths fly about. So trivial. On the same webpage, a picture of a guy with a cigarette in his mouth pretending to be lifting heavy weights that might have weighed all of 10 pounds.
I turned to something else, something funny. First joke, the question: "Why do bulls make such terrible salespeople? . . . . They charge too much."
Well, that is likely true for the clients but the big shots in the corporate board rooms may have a different opinion.
Steve
