Of hums and drums
I'm still around. I have not been in a Livejournal-y mood lately, besides, seeing post after post of my mundane life and all the entries that undoubtedly would be negative in nature would underscore the mediocrity and buzzkill when it really isnt always the case. There are fun, little positives like Jeff cooking and serving dinner in the trailer yesterday. Just trying out the appliances and getting a feel for camping in the thing, all the while being parked ten feet from the house. We're going to have to have an overnight in the thing, maybe this weekend, seeing that we are keeping close to home during the insanity of Memorial Day. Our shakedown cruise/maiden voyage happens the following weekend when we take a trip to Deep Creek Lake in western Maryland. If the truck and trailer can handle the mountain passes and all the systems on board work as they should, there should be no problems during our big trip to P-Town in July. Wish us luck.
I had an unsettling dream that involved Mom last night. It was not all bad, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Every now and then my dreams are full Technicolor widescreen affairs, with THX surround sound (and Sensurround if my muscles and limbs become involved). This was one of those dreams. I heard her voice loud and clear, as I always remember it being, not as it was in the last couple months when the cancer robbed her of her voice. I wanted the dream to go on and on.
Then reality tore through it all in the form of the clock alarm and it's signalling the beginning of yet another day of work filled with idiocy and incompetence. Reality bites. It can bite my ass.
I had an unsettling dream that involved Mom last night. It was not all bad, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Every now and then my dreams are full Technicolor widescreen affairs, with THX surround sound (and Sensurround if my muscles and limbs become involved). This was one of those dreams. I heard her voice loud and clear, as I always remember it being, not as it was in the last couple months when the cancer robbed her of her voice. I wanted the dream to go on and on.
Then reality tore through it all in the form of the clock alarm and it's signalling the beginning of yet another day of work filled with idiocy and incompetence. Reality bites. It can bite my ass.