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[Bertha Venation]

Here are my latest:

We (my sisters and a BIL) were at some kind of Catholic theme park, I think. Bea Arthur was all a-flutter at her opportunity to ride a flying jet-ski. We were in a room that was somewhat like a cave. The floor, the carved-out seating areas, the walls and the ceiling were covered with white batting you might see to simulate snow. There were religious icons, including a crucifix. There were windows. I walked in and, upset at what I saw, took off my royal blue sweater (that has been a cat bed for years). No bra. I knew I was being stared at, and I was embarrassed. Finally I wrapped my sweater around my boobs and kept walking around. Other people were there, some handling what looked like souvenirs. One guy had something like a cigarette case, and inside were tiny crucifixes on delicate chains.

There was to be a party for children at a house adjacent to a large park. There was a huge nasty soap opera surrounding the adult participants in this party. I was trying to clean up the kitchen -- peanut butter knives were everywhere, milk was spilled, dishes piled high. I could hear the dissent in the other room and stepped out to watch. One woman said she wasn’t going to bring what she’d promised and probably wouldn’t even show up. Another woman said, as if the first woman weren’t still present, “well if she ain’t showing up neither am I!” Some men just stood around looking whipped. Finally someone flounced out, dropping what she’d brought and cussing at everyone. Then everyone was milling about outside, complaining about the messy house and saying “well eff this, if s/he is quitting, so am I!” Then everyone was gone but me and Denise (a sister) , who had suddenly appeared. There was now no one to prepare and host the party, but the kids were due to arrive any minute. Denise said “well, I will put this party together!”

Then Bea Arthur flew by on her jet-ski.

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