Early Friday Morning, August 26th, 2016 — 19°C / 66°F & “Dark” @ 3:20 am —
— Dreamed some kind of weather event hit an organic farm/alternatives research station up the street from where I used to live. Reports reached me saying the one person who stayed at the place ’24/7′ had been injured and was recuperating on-site.
— I put together a basket with several ears of corn and other produce that I guess came from my own organic farm and went to see if he and others at the site needed my help.
— Among other problems – their weather tracking software and maybe the computer it ‘lived on’ had been damaged.
— When I got there the injured person had a lot of red marks all around his forehead, scrapes and healing scratches, but he was ambulatory and hurting, slightly worse for wear, but able to get up and pretty much take care of himself. – And, there were quite a few of his friends there, working on getting everything back up and running, including dozens of children between the ages of 9 and 18 who were celebrating life between assignments to pick up broken pieces of wood, branches of trees and stuff like that. I checked to be sure I had my camera with me and was preparing to take photographs of their activities, apologized to somebody for not realizing that there were so many people committed to this project that I really didn’t need to put together my ‘get well care package’ – but they appreciated my contribution anyway.
— Then one of the people there came to me and held up what I recognized as one of my old wallets. He said, “I think you left this here a while ago- here you go-” I accepted it and looked inside – there were several Canadian hundred dollar bills as well as quite a few smaller denomination Canadian bills inside it. I was slightly shocked and grateful he’d been so honest.
— I walked around, saw one young child looking like he or she had had a busy day, sat down with his or her feet up and fallen asleep, I was getting ready to take a photo of this kid when somebody else came to me and held up a wallet that looked like one I made with a leather stitching kit when I would have been between eight and fourteen years old. This person said, “Check it out, I want to be sure it gets to the right person-” I checked inside and again there were two or three Canadian hundred dollar bills and several twenties, a couple tens and fives and it looked very much like money I thought I had spent on my last trip down into the United States to see family members and attend a happy-sad occasion down there.
— I was trying to remember how I might have forgotten I had put that money down somewhere and forgotten about it as I began waking up to the sound of CBC network news talking about casualties in the earthquake in Italy.
— hmmmm? –,