My Journal and Diary
2015
September
Wednesday, September 2nd, 2015
Picketing
The last few days have been pretty good.
Last night I had a horrible dream. I was going to be put to death for murder--when I had actually just deleted a video of Joanne. It was so upsetting. I think there is some other sort of emotion I'm struggling with--maybe the memory of Joanne yelling at me yesterday. It's not a reflection of her love for me or anything like that. But it stung just the same. :-/
Today is humid! I think since there is not a lot of work to do, I'll go out and work on my picket fence some more.
I recorded Psalm 125 yesterday, and put it to a video. And Lucas came in the evening, recorded the drum part for me, and we had a nice fire outside. Sandi Desjardins came over too, and Amy, Joanne, Sandi, Sorieda, Lucas, and I all say around the fire and talked. Lucas smoked the pipe I gave him. It was a nice time.
Well, not much more to say I guess.