yesterday, i long rambled the mushroom path, ate this-plate-is-very-hot fajitas, read a book about nantucket basket weaving practices, and then boba and i saved the world. it was a good day

last night i dreamt i was living in a rambling old share house, like the one where uma lived in sydämen koti. we were having an open house, an art show, a huge party, and in the middle of it i found my grandmother, my short, round, finnish lake witch grandma, not my tall, angular, adirondack mountain witch grandma. she had moved into the small room, an old cupboard, off of the kitchen. i got to hug her and walk her through the house, showing her all the lovely people and all the lovely things. the crowds of guests parted as we walked through, everyone taking extra care not to jostle the old lady. i don't dream about her often, once a year maybe, but it's always so nice when i do. i could still feel the hug when i woke up.