Finding Leah - February 15th, 2006

Now that Gils writes her dreams down, she is more patient with my early morning blatherings. This morning while she was ascertaining whether or not today's outfit was appropriate infront the mirror in my room, I asked her what the name of Zoro's horse was. She responded, "What does it matter? All Zoro does is whistle to him?"

BTW yesterday I only recalled that there'd been a bowling ball in a bowling ball bag.

This morning before something about Zoro's horse being born from an egg, I'd dreamed that Panders ( my NYC bro )<<<<sibs in chron.order; Luigi, Eeyore, Panders, Haydoo and Ducks>>>>>and I had been walking up a hill in ABQ on our way to my new old house.
We got to an entry way and I looked in the window. The house was exactly the same as mine from the outside, the facade and color and all BUT there were indications that something strange had happened between the time I'd bought it and the time we'd arrived to see it. Bookshelves inside had been filled and outside there were small wood crates filled with dirt being used as beds for germinating new plant seedlings.
I told Andy to try the key, and after extracting it out of his pocket he jammed it into the keyhole. At first it stuck, he asked if I was sure that was the right key.
"Only key I've got" I said.
On second try with some pushing and jiggling the door opened. It was evident immediately that the house we were entering wasn't mine though, there were blankets and personal items strewn about that I knew nothing about.
A group of people had made their way up the hill and were about to enter the house.
We apologised to them profusely for having broken into their house. The owner was a woman in her late 60s. She wasn't happy about the mistake but didn't seem too shocked either.
Outside Panders and I read the house number and it was 37 not 17 so we figured we were two blocks away.
We entered a bar on the next corner, where the barman was the spitting image of the father on OC. We described to him what had happened and that we'd known the house wasn't ours after all because it was poorer than our house. The barman explained that the woman who lived there was old and lived on a pension that probably didn't provide much for her.