WalkFaster
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The house was turned into a gallery. Months worth of work was on display. Friend #1's new shelving units were featured together with dozens of new pieces of art. The natural wooden objects were especially beautiful to me.
There is a banquet across town with dozens of seniors more than halfway through their meal. Things are going fairly well yet not enough spoons and forks were available and the elders are having difficulty eating as a result. The food itself however is remarkably good.
I have a large moving truck and must begin emptying one building (a house I think it was), so that a family can move in. I also want to rush my supply of spoons and forks over to the seniors so that they can enjoy the remainder of their meal together.
Later in the day, Friend #1 is talking to a neighbor about water pressure. The neighbor had remarked about the amazing water pressure available in his neighborhood as he has turned on several sections of a very old sprinkler system. The ground is parched, bone dry as a matter of fact. The rickety old sprinkler system is constructed of old galvanized, steel pipe. Friend #1 is using an antique valve fork to crank the leaky and inefficient system up. As ugly and ineffectual the irrigation seems to be, there is a certain beauty and elegance to it, given that these were some of the only remaining, original sprinkler irrigation systems homeowners were using back when I was a child. They were owned by a generation that has mostly passed now.
It seems that there was a song I was singing as well, I wasn't able to bring it back with me from the dreams I was having however. I am thankful that I am still able to recall them at all as I gradually wake from my sleep.
There is a banquet across town with dozens of seniors more than halfway through their meal. Things are going fairly well yet not enough spoons and forks were available and the elders are having difficulty eating as a result. The food itself however is remarkably good.
I have a large moving truck and must begin emptying one building (a house I think it was), so that a family can move in. I also want to rush my supply of spoons and forks over to the seniors so that they can enjoy the remainder of their meal together.
Later in the day, Friend #1 is talking to a neighbor about water pressure. The neighbor had remarked about the amazing water pressure available in his neighborhood as he has turned on several sections of a very old sprinkler system. The ground is parched, bone dry as a matter of fact. The rickety old sprinkler system is constructed of old galvanized, steel pipe. Friend #1 is using an antique valve fork to crank the leaky and inefficient system up. As ugly and ineffectual the irrigation seems to be, there is a certain beauty and elegance to it, given that these were some of the only remaining, original sprinkler irrigation systems homeowners were using back when I was a child. They were owned by a generation that has mostly passed now.
It seems that there was a song I was singing as well, I wasn't able to bring it back with me from the dreams I was having however. I am thankful that I am still able to recall them at all as I gradually wake from my sleep.