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  • I had a work dream last night.
    The mundane sort, but anxious, a low-grade nightmare.

    There was a wall of cabinets with a thick, dripping coat of varnish, with bristles stuck in it, which I was somehow responsible for.
    I wondered what does this mean and what hidden meanings are there?

    A lot of my professional life has required that I make surfaces look their best.
    The homes and the furniture I work with are an extension of the client’s public face and private retreat.
    This is true for all of us but the degree to which that is true varies.

    **

    I took this photograph while I was working at a museum in Boston.
    Sometimes the lights were out when we finished work and we walked through the darkened galleries.
    When I walked through the vast spaces, suspended in the centuries of the Old Master gallery, it felt like a dream-space.
    The elevator down to the bustling staff basement shook that feeling away fast.
    The upstairs world became a cobweb memory.

    **

    Yesterday was a half-hearted back to work after the guests left Saturday.
    I took care of small items first and procrastinated in somewhat useful ways.

    So I was not annoyed when a phone survey caught me and wanted a few minutes of my time please.
    The call was a reminder that we are heading, sliding and hurtling towards a political season.
    The issues were Local but also went National.

    Did I want a National Park created?
    Did I want a highway cut through the state, did I care about wild species habitat, would I allow timber harvesting, approve snowmobile trails and grant hunting privileges.
    These questions had spin-off questions.
    Who could develop the areas surrounding the park?
    Which politicians would represent what aspect of the issue for me?
    Did I want the government telling me what to do with the land?

    In the rhetoric of red state vs. blue state I live in a purple state.
    Not that the two colors ever fully mix but the lines get drawn so close, so narrow that there is an optical illusion of harmony or at least, balance.

    Changes are coming.
    They occur all of the time but some are marked.
    If we do not make change then change comes to us.

    I was not sure who was calling me but I was aware that every answer meant something beyond what was said.
    There was a hidden meaning embedded in the cobwebs of questions.
    I tried to make out the pattern and see the larger picture.

    Sometimes living in a purple state is like living in a dream state.
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