It is a very old cliche which is probably why it happens over and over again. It all comes together in a painful diary of dreams. There is a small black and white dog that had to go in to see the vet for an operation. And hours later I went to collect her and she was still pretty much asleep. And hours later she was still not really ready to get about. It is odd how such a small dog can have such a large effect. One day away and there is a real space developing. The other dogs stay as they are. They do not close over to fill the space. They stay as they are. I had rather expected them to change to fill the space over the gaps but they don't. They don't change much at all. Still the spaces between the two of them are changed. It is all much simpler. There is far less tension between them all. It is all far less. She is missed in the way only dogs can be missed.
I was nailing wooden frames together because it needed to be done, and I didn't really want to do it, but I did really want it to be done. And then somebody rang the bell in order to talk to me. But it was clear that it was somethig that would not be easy. So I put on the kettle and made coffee, because somehow that is always the simplest way to do things. And then I took him out with the coffee to nail some more wooden frames together. And it is always curious to see the difference between tidiness and organisation. Organisation does not usually look tidy as far as I can tell. He liked to think he was organised but he only just managed to understand how best to help with a very simple job, because he was trying to be tidy and I was being organised. And the conversation roamed this way and that and nearly touched time and time again on the subjects he really wanted to talk about, but I didn't push too hard so he didn't get around to talking about it. That is the way it is. He will cope or he will not cope. Those are among his options. Part of his self-image is to cope. So we nailed and sawed and talked about nothing in particular. In the end the problem was less than it had been. And I will get it all explicitly later on anyway.
Feeling for minds that are looking away. This cuckoo like hiccup of clearing enough space to be in effectively.