An unusual dream

Sunday was the latest ROLT.  The subject was Commonwealth literature, with the title "Common Wealth" (geddit?). Over 20 people said they were coming, and five showed up, which I'm getting used to.  I read the chapter from Jalna about Piers and Pheasant eloping, and a few selections from the foreigners issue of Lapham's Quarterly:  a Kenyan describing his schooling in the '50s and using Shakespeare sonnets to appeal to girls, a bit from an Indian novel about an "untouchable" accidentally running into a Brahmin.  Jane read the first scene from the script of Goin' Down the Road.

Tuesday I finally went to an Ontario Services place near College & Euclid and got my health card renewed. (It expired four months ago, but I hadn't got around to renewing it before.) That evening Bereaved Families of Ontario was having an open house, so I visited their new offices on Merton Street.

Thursday was the latest History Discussion Group, with Canadian history the subject.  But only Jane showed up at my house.  Yet Moira came to talk with us (Jane likes her) and things went pretty well.  I think I'll go back to the original plan of making a history book the topic of discussion.

I've finally caught up with all my Facebook groups!  I'd dropped quite a few, though I did pick up some recently.  The group on Britain in the middle ages is particularly active.

Moira's been watching Bernie Sanders on YouTube and in podcasts.  I pointed out to her a clip of him confronting Alan Greenspan which they say is going viral.

Last night I had an unusual dream.  I was living in a building a distance west of my true home, where each household had a cubicle in a rectangular grid.  Time passed ten or twenty years into the future, and I found out that THE NATION had published a review of the writing of Jorge Luis Borges written by me. (I've hardly read any of Borges!)