3-12/11
My house was a mess.  Sitting on the floor in kitchen watching under the heater.  A hermit crab comes out to eat something. A group of small bugs swarms then retreats. The cats (2-- thinner than Ping) come up and attempt to get at something through a hole in the fridge.  I open the small door and find little containers of dressing.  Monica was there giving me cleaning advice.  I drop a glass. Then it's night and I'm outside mopping the street.  There is still snow in places and the hot water melts it but the task is daunting.  I give up when there are too many pine needles. Walking back I run into K. who's drinking with a friend at a table set up outside. He's rather drunk and wearing a white T-shirt. I almost don't recognize him.  He's filling out something for a contest and has forgotten something crucial like his name.  They come back with me to my house where we hang out in the living room.  Later I go looking for K. I wonder if either he or his friend know where he lives.  Finding him asleep on a couch I kiss him lightly on the lips and wake up.

3-4-2011
I sewed the crack between my toes with white thread.

3-2-2011
I was on the phone with John B. walking back and forth in my little house with an opaque blood red veil over my face.  Was telling him my plan to wrap one of my metal snowmen or santa's in lights and put it outside my neighbors window (not christmas though--it's spring.  This was to be an offering to cheer them up.) I find a guy sitting on the porch outside. John falls asleep listening to me.  Apparently the guy who had the house previously had invited people to stay there for some big college hippy party. The hippies keep getting in wanting to stay.  I feel inclined to keep one that it could be an adventure but they'd take advantage. Wendy and I walk up to the part of town where the big party is to be held.  The houses are very grey.  One on Broadway is a shell of a structure.

2-18-2011
Staying at F.  parents with C. who would often walk in on her father in the bathroom. I remembered Myra was there too.  Called to her and she came out with her usual happy meow.  She had a skin diesease that made her skin more visible under her fur and burned in the sun--vampiric.  A vet did a demonstration with another cat who caught on fire.  The vet had sent tests in and felt Myra could be treated.  He commented that so many tests/money spent on Myra without an answer.  C. wanted to go to there summer home.  I was going to go too.  We packed.  She wouldn't let me bring Myra.  She suggested I ask her mom to take care of her.  I consider calling W. to ask her to take care of M.  Decide I ought to go home that it might be nice to just be the 2 of us and that would be better for Myra.
I'm in bed with Mr. F (not in a sexual way) who keeps rolling around pushing me (we are both wearing different patterned navy striped pjs) when C. comes in to say the roads are closed due to snow.