sunday night
“If it does not seem natural now, either art or my memory is to blame.”
After a slow start to the day in which I fucked up my T&E and had to resubmit it, I took my book and walked to the park to read. I found an empty bench right in the middle of the park. It looked a lot warmer out than it was. Even though I had one of my fedoras on and an overcoat, I was downright cold! I got within about 20 pages of finishing the book when the hypothermia got the better of me and I went home. Finished the book in the couch. I was worried the book wasn't going to stick the landing, but it did. I loved it. Absolutely perfect book for where I find myself right now. The pandemic isolation mirrored in the protagonist isolation on the crazy island he finds himself on, his manic behavior...all of it.
Then I started drinking and playing music (LOUD) and made dinner.
I'm stalking another house. Another pipe dream. Racine, Wisconsin is just far enough away from...anything to be a viable place to live, but, this place... Ignore the horrible wallpaper and decoration, easily fixed. Imagine all wood floors throughout, clean white walls, and modern, mainly wooden furniture. Nice clean, open spaces... Just two blocks from the lake.
Anyway...
Reminds me, I didn't mention the really vivid dream I had the other day, after the other dream I had. I keep thinking about this dream, and I don't know why... I was in Texas. Dallas, I think. But it was more like Boston, or New York, with big buildings made of brick. And I was in a hotel. It was really hot, and I checked in, dropped off my stuff. Then I went out to see a friend who lived nearby. But it was all weird. I didn't know her. But she seemed to know me. She had all these kids. I don't remember what we talked about, but then I left and I was back at the hotel. I had to get back to the hotel to rest up for work the next day. Then these women showed up and broke into my room. They were older, and drunk, and had Mardi Gras beads on. I pushed them out of the room and was leaning up against the door and when I looked out the window near the door (Or was it in the door?) I realized I was really high up, like in an upper floor, but REALLY high up. When I looked out the door again my room was at the top of an old iron fire escape. I was looking out over the back of all these buildings around. Then I woke up.
Meeting 665321 for coffee tomorrow.
After a slow start to the day in which I fucked up my T&E and had to resubmit it, I took my book and walked to the park to read. I found an empty bench right in the middle of the park. It looked a lot warmer out than it was. Even though I had one of my fedoras on and an overcoat, I was downright cold! I got within about 20 pages of finishing the book when the hypothermia got the better of me and I went home. Finished the book in the couch. I was worried the book wasn't going to stick the landing, but it did. I loved it. Absolutely perfect book for where I find myself right now. The pandemic isolation mirrored in the protagonist isolation on the crazy island he finds himself on, his manic behavior...all of it.
Then I started drinking and playing music (LOUD) and made dinner.
I'm stalking another house. Another pipe dream. Racine, Wisconsin is just far enough away from...anything to be a viable place to live, but, this place... Ignore the horrible wallpaper and decoration, easily fixed. Imagine all wood floors throughout, clean white walls, and modern, mainly wooden furniture. Nice clean, open spaces... Just two blocks from the lake.
Anyway...
Reminds me, I didn't mention the really vivid dream I had the other day, after the other dream I had. I keep thinking about this dream, and I don't know why... I was in Texas. Dallas, I think. But it was more like Boston, or New York, with big buildings made of brick. And I was in a hotel. It was really hot, and I checked in, dropped off my stuff. Then I went out to see a friend who lived nearby. But it was all weird. I didn't know her. But she seemed to know me. She had all these kids. I don't remember what we talked about, but then I left and I was back at the hotel. I had to get back to the hotel to rest up for work the next day. Then these women showed up and broke into my room. They were older, and drunk, and had Mardi Gras beads on. I pushed them out of the room and was leaning up against the door and when I looked out the window near the door (Or was it in the door?) I realized I was really high up, like in an upper floor, but REALLY high up. When I looked out the door again my room was at the top of an old iron fire escape. I was looking out over the back of all these buildings around. Then I woke up.
Meeting 665321 for coffee tomorrow.