If I could have only remembered my dreams from last night I would have lots of interesting stuff to write about this morning. Wait. One is coming back. Something about being a newcomer to college. The school looked like a castle with massive stone work and turrets. There were 2 cafeterias. Nancy and I were were going to early breakfast. You had to climb a lot of single file stairs to get there. Very narrow around the edge of the walls. I lost Nancy along the way. Looked around for her but couldn't find her. Finally I came to the place where the stairs ended and you had to hold onto railings and pipes and do skin-the-cat to get to the next level. I just knew I couldn't do it. The young students could but I knew I couldn't and I would end up falling about 20 feet to the stone floor below if I tried. I climbed down off the railing and started to go down the stairs again. Apologizing to the students I passed (narrow stairs - excuse me, excuse me) as I went. But I felt much better knowing that going to second breakfast would be much easier to do because it was on the ground floor and easy to get to. I have no idea where that dream came from except that before bed I was thinking that next time I go to the doctor I am going to ask him if there is some kind of test they could do to see if I am likely to get Alzheimer's. My mother and my aunt had it and my grandmother on my father's side too. I can sense changes in my thinking and interests. The only reason I'm not panicking about it is that I'm doing okay (it's not easy but I am progressing) with learning piano and I don't think a person with Alzheimer's would be able to learn something new. Maybe it's just starting. And if we find out that I am harboring the gene maybe I could start meds early and stave it off. Still be around for second breakfast?
A picture I started yesterday. Still needs paint, doodle drawing and words.
Alcohol inks added.
Anyway! Today. What I am interested in: hiking, weaving pin loom squares, making collage art books, piano.