Note to Kat

I am sort of used to waking with strange melodies running through my head, but this morning was pretty unusual...

I found myself in what must have been a dusty small colonias - a subdivision with no running water or sewers - standing beside an ugly stucco colored building. To the west, an azure sea stretched into the distance. But between where I was standing and the sea, there was a small, round-topped hill with almost vertical sides. A single weedy looking tree on the crest hung over what appeared to be a dark, English-style cottage rapidly rotting away.

I seemed to be speaking with, or at least being talked at, by a builder-type person dressed in khakis. He seemed to be trying to sell me the ugly building which turned out to be a semi-finished duplex.

Suddenly there was a diesel engine roar on the single caliche street on the other side of the building. I looked over and there you were. You were driving what appeared to be a very large glass tour bus. It was made of glass but accented with glossy black metal trim here and there. You had dropped several years of age and were dressed in what must have been an outfit designed by Roger Vadim sometime around 1968. What little there was to It mirrored the buses black metal trim but in glossy leather rather than metal. Although I could make no sense of what you were saying, your mannerisms made it clear that it was definitely Kat. You seemed to be intent on giving tours of the colonias but since the entire development was less than a block long, the tour bus seemed a bit over the top..., definitely overkill!

About that time, two characters showed up. They were rather scrubby looking bohemian types - one large and the other thin and short. The tall one was carrying what seemed to be some sort of articulated string bass case. I can't even begin to describe the case because it defied all the physical laws of composition and design. The wide portion of the case opened up and would spin horizontally. It was lined with an orangish-goldish, fur-like material.

Then two strange-looking men disembarked from your glass bus. They were rather scruffy looking bohemian types - one large and the other thin and short. The tall one was carrying what seemed to be some sort of articulated string bass case. I can't even begin to describe the case because it defied all the physical laws of composition and design. The wide portion of the case opened up and began to spin horizontally. It was lined with an orangish-goldish, fur-like material.

From the sea in the distance, a small muddy stream wound around the hill with the decaying cottage and ended in a large mud hole directly in front of you and your bus. The two scruffy characters opened the bass case and placed it on the edge of the mud hole. Then they took turns jumping onto the round middle part of the case, which would spin about and then fling them into the mud. They seemed to be having great fun!

Eventually, it became clear to the builder-type fellow that I was not going to buy his duplex. You and he climbed onto your bus and left in a cloud of yellow dust. I lay in bed for a while wondering what the heck had brought all of that on? Finally decided that it was ... indigestion!

At any rate, I hope you are thoroughly enjoying the new page of your life. If you have purchased a tour bus, I hope that the outfit came with it (although I suspect you would choose red leather rather than black)!