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Extra Jacket Rat

We have two rats. I left one rat out of the cage, with my new Neapolitan white jacket on top of that. Go to put it back and there’s a new small rat I don’t recognize, nesting there with my rat. Decide to make him part of the tribe and see how things go, surprise my wife.

My old friend Spy seems to receive bad news at my house, but I don’t pry. In the space of the house there are many illuminated images from old children’s books that look really good, a lot are rural-themed. It looks like a carefully curated collection from ’70s stuff found at thrift shops, the kind of thing Spy might have made.

Younger guy seemingly following me around a pool, either naievete or annoyance. Helping guy with mystery clay meth pipe left on table. The pipe itself is much more story-rich, but I can’t recall.

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Seattle, QLD

Hummingbird babies in their nest inside a Tupperware, I’m surprised to see when I turn it over. This is the reason we’re walking toward the tropical forest gorge. It’s my female friend and I walking along a sidewalk near where she met her husband, and we’re rolling along a big concrete pipe section. Nearby there are oddly narrow buildings made of the same stuff. Our pipe rolls over a stop sign and it produces the humorous message “Windows has encountered an error”.

There’s a town called Seattle in a rainy spot on the north coast of Queensland, on a little isthmus of a peninsula. It’s hard for me to find by zooming in, as other town names pop up instead such as Williamsonia.

Staying as guests in a house, my suitcase stuff scattered around some oldsters couch. Their cute but fussy young son or grandson doesn’t want to wear pants, and is dressed in my dashiki suit. He’s happy to stay that way even though they look like pajamas.


My wife and I leave for her makeup fair an hour and a half after it starts, at 1:24 pm. I have difficulty with my phone, setting it to correct timezone, from where I am in Australian East coast time.