Talking With Dogs

Today took a strange turn….the optician brought a sage wand in to work and gave it to me to smudge the office and the office manager said “I think it’s a good idea.” So at the end of the day I smudged every nook and cranny of our space. I didn’t smudge the doctor’s offices only the doors. The exam rooms were kind of icky, especially on the OD’s side. Those three rooms left my belly feeling like yuck. I kept going and I extra smudged my space. Negative Nancy wouldn’t budge from her spot so I had no choice but to smoke up my space. I’m curious to see what tomorrow brings…

I even had a couple of requests for personal smudgings. I don’t mind doing it….anyone was just a random request?

The sage smell helped to mask the stink of cabbage from lunch. We had a Polish potluck today so there was cabbage and sauerkraut  everywhere you turned. I brought pierogies and the office manager brought keilbasa and that is what I ate. Force of Nature brought some yummy store bought cookies in….. I don’t eat cabbage in any form so my choices were limited.

I stopped at a few places yesterday to talk phones…. I’m still on the hunt for a new phone. I refuse to pay the ridiculous amount for a new mainstream phone and I don’t want to be sucked into another contract. I am leaning towards this phone….

I am so disgusted with my Iphone and I would rather not own another one. Out of all of the phones that I have ever owned my favorite was my purple Motorola razor. I held out of the smartphone craze for the longest time because I loved that phone so much. Maybe I am putting too much pressure on a phone I don’t even own yet? I haven’t ordered it but this is definitely the phone I am most interested in at the moment.

I am used to my crappy Iphone though….how hard would it be to learn a new phone?  I like changing my lock screen and I do it often, can you do the same with a Moto?

I’m also switching to Cricket wireless, it’s much more reasonable than AT&T and it uses the same towers. I haven’t told the girl yet but only because she is at her dads.

Tuesday night I had a dream about a big black dog….. I was in the house and a dog that was not the beagle was dancing around and said “I have to pee.” I looked at her and said “You can talk? Why would you wait so long….things could have been so much easier?”  I got up to let her out and the girl stopped me because there was a very large black dog laying in the driveway. I told the pup that she was going to have to hold it for a bit. The black dog was trying to get in but I kept him out. Somehow he got into the house. He seemed friendly and as I was petting him I thought that maybe I should have him sniff out the boy’s room so he didn’t go after the boy when he came home. I was rubbing his belly and there was something written there. Fluffy letters that spelled Rottwieler. I looked at his face and it morphed from big black long snouted dog to compact Rottweiler face. Then he started telling me about his time on the streets and how he lived out of convenience store dumpsters in the hood. There was a blonde woman and I think the girl was getting a dog from her? I tried to get her to take the black dog and she wouldn’t. I told the girl that we were NOT keeping this dog. It was very strange like all of my dreams….

Communicating with dream dogs and burning sage in the workplace…it has been an interesting week….Zia



About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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