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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

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Ordinary time: woke at 4 while the desert is still dark and jumped the coffee. Watched the sky come up from the patio table and read by book light until the sun made eyes from the mountain. There are bunnies in the hedge again, slipping through the fence mesh. The wash below the back fence is deep in bloom.

Feeding six now. On the first evening I tossed some chicken breast with olive oil, garlic, and dill, set it aside to cool, and started in on the spring greens which were arugula-fragrant and purpling and too beautiful for words. Peeled open three or four (it's a family affair, okay?) crisp avocados and chopped those up with several sweet Romas. Glenda added finely diced cucumber to the mix--lightly sea salted--while I coaxed grated Parmesan into lemon juice and plain chilled pasta shells for the salad base. Added that to the bowl too. It was a big bowl. So then we topped everything off with fat slices of the chicken cooling and dilling in the pan.

Would've added pine nuts if we'd had any. No more dressing required.


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