Hollywood RV Park - Christmas Eve Day 2025

We awoke to heavy deluge and winds.  I’ve uprighted my Starlink and it’s working fine.  There’s a leak in the connection between the kitchen sink out outlet to the grey water tank. Flooding was warned on the news.

Laura is connected to the weather. My nephew is connected to the stars. My other nephews are connected to the baby and toddlers.

I continue to seek deeper connection with the Creator.

Today we might call the Creator, the primary programmer. Grace, the writer, who works at the front office told me ‘the law of attraction says that we attract what we are afraid of.  I’m really afraid of being a billionaire.”

I dreamed another recurring dream of shame , the incontinence and need to clean poo off my hands. Ironically I was just climbing the stairs as one who was allowed into the highest eschallon of academia. And there I was having to wipe poop off my hands.  I’m linked to the physical as I try to dove higher and seek the land for the ark. I’m carrying a leaf in my beak.

Madigan has peed on the mirror again. He piddles and marks territory at night while we sleep. It may be brought on by anxiety. He was barking and I ignored it. He takes too much delight in my responding to his alarms.

Yesterday I worked all day. A long day .  Starting at 9 am and ending at 7 pm. I worked through lunch too but caught up for my time off. The pressing concerns of patients were addressed. The pressure on Mary Lou alleviated. I have three more to see today The Starlink was knocked over in the wind and rain . I was concerned it might interfere with my work but I righted the tripod , took out one of the extensions and I’m still connected.

We found a service 15 minute away, choral Eucharist at the St. Andrew’s and Charles Episcopalian.  

Laura is up.  Hugs and kisses.  Madigan excited that something will happen.  I’ve made her coffee. I’m boiling eggs. He’s napping on the couch.  Severe weather warning.  Flooding roads. Advisory not to drive if not necessary.  I feel the unrest. I believe it’s the sailor in me. I wasn’t at all concerned about weather younger.  Also there’s the general fear and doom and gloom of media which I consume.  

And here’s its Christmas Even. I watched the Chosen and God coming into life as a baby.  Families are central to existence here. Everywhere I go I see men and women dedicated to little ones. I’m caring for my dog and for Laura who has given her life to children and also worked in health care administration.  

I don’t know what my dream means.  I climb to the highest pinnacle of success and I still shit. We watched F1 - formula 1 with Brad Pitt last night. Incredible racing car movie. I loved it. Ironically I feel like I’m flying in my vehicles. The first time was driving my Mustang at high speed. Then the Harley. Now I’m jockeying for position and totally alert in my motorhome.  This Thor is the challenge. I loved that the movie celebrated driving. There was Brad Pitt, Sonny Hayes, racing in any race or car - the Daytona, the Formula one , the Dune Buggy.  I’m enjoying the challenge of driving the motorhome but before it was cars, trucks and motorcycles and sailboats. 

I used to like long distance night driving but with my vision today I delight in the day.  

Just walked Madigan in a lull in the wind and rain. He met Abby , another little dog with her name on her jacket.  He didn’t poop but he peed and we both got a little fresh air. Some limbs from trees were knocked down  and the staff were going about in carts picking them up.  

It’s Christmas Eve day.  Laura says that the forecast is sunny and hot for the weekend.  It’s cozy here.  

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spirit.