one, an immersive trip home, where David hung out with me but still managed to do everything wrong. He had a startac phone, like I used to have, but he’d covered it with packing tape and only wanted to get me and (other character) to go to a strip club with him.
Then, after Kate left for work, a Lord of the Rings dream, following Sam and Frodo as they met a hyena (which transformed from a bloodthirsty beast to a yellow lab) and a snake (who later turned out to be Gandalf, wending his way back to human form after dying) and a valkyrie (the hope being that the yellow lab and the valkyrie would find each other) and culminating by coming down a steep staircase into a room filled with orcs who fired their bows and arrows out the window to signal that we’d walked right into their trap, and a long scene in this room as we tried to figure a way out — we had the Ring, they had us.
on a sunny day, office still in a shambles and phone books providing the only ergonomic help I’m getting, here. Woke up to intriguing reports about the Group of 21, protesting at the WTO about rich countries’ farm subsidies and the effects it has on poorer countries. Holistic system we live in, here.
There were clear beads of dew hanging motionless at the edges of the small, white flowers. My mom playing tour guide in the background, I stepped into the bathtub, secure in its wood and tile nest, and touched one drop of the dew, which turned out to be sap; nearly as thin as water, it had only the faintest feel against my finger as I reached out and left the flower scent against Kate’s neck, just below and behind her right ear.
My visit ran too short, as usual on my annual visits home. Visiting with my parents since leaving home for college has been an exercise in extremes — either we overstay one another’s welcome, their familiar sighs and shower hairs oddly grating in *my* apartment, or we understay, leaving just as the faint strains of a family’s machinery starting to move starts to come in.
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An evening of mediocre stirfry and fun games playing with Chad. Got out of work late enough to just want to come home and hang out. Made stirfry of salmon, baby corn, tofu, broccoli, garlic, ginger, and did vodka shots with Chad while cooking it. Turned out okay, although it made the subsequent games of Kahuna more challenging than they might otherwise have been.
Once again, it’s nearly one in the morning, and I still haven’t gone to bed. Lack of will power? Or just habit?
Some few layoffs at work today, most of them understandable in the economic and political times we find ourselves in. Still, the rhythms of the day were thrown for a loop, like the weird double vision you get brushing your teeth on the day your grandfather dies.