Comments | greygirlbeast: "It's gonna be a grey, grey dawn grey like the winter, a thousand years, lost and gone..."

greygirlbeast

"It's gonna be a grey, grey dawn grey like the winter, a thousand years, lost and gone..."

Jul 22, 2012 12:48

Today, in Providence, we can pretend it's summer. Sunny. The window's open. Presently, 80˚F (after a low of 58˚[!!!]) last night), with a forecast high of...oh, wait. Sorry. Strike that. It's currently only 79˚F, with a forecast high of 80˚F. Yeah, summer. Anyway, tomorrow, we are, unexpectedly, being forced out of the house for reasons that are ( Read more... )

readercon, sleep, shirley jackson, exhaustion, in my way, dreams, audiobooks, summer, william gibson

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martianmooncrab July 22 2012, 19:08:27 UTC

swimming at Beavertail (if we can hit the tide just right).

hope you make the tides!

greygirlbeast July 22 2012, 19:22:54 UTC

Yeah, we have to hit high tide. Or at least incoming.

Haunting Dream ext_1062478 July 22 2012, 22:00:36 UTC

That dream, I can't stop thinking about that dream. A bit of a haunting, at least for the day. It calls to mind the dream of Faramir, that he describes to Eowyn, of a wave, coming, bringing "darkness unescapable. But your dream is the opposite, it is exposure unescapable.

And that aqueous tornado. From Dracula to Buffy, we hear that blood is (the) life; maybe. But really water is life, isn't it? Life, being alive and in the midst of life causes exposure and the fear of exposure. I'm stopping now, and apologize if I am off base and out of line; and anyway writing about it doesn't get it out of my head or make it any less terrifying.

Of nap fog and ugly meds. katesavage July 23 2012, 00:14:22 UTC

I napped today as well. When we have a lightly scheduled weekend, I like to nap for an hour or so. on one day. When I wake up, I usually am fogged out for awhile. I don't mind because getting sleep is precious.

I finished The Drowning Girl. It is disturbing and BRILLIANT. Some of the scenes cut close to home. A friend of the family developed schizophrenia and for some time I was one of the few people she interacted with. One night I did not go to when she called and the relationship was never the same. I screwed it up. I miss her but not the pain of being a witness of her illness, the meds and the anger I felt towards her mother. I should see if I can find her.

ext_1317520 July 23 2012, 16:42:54 UTC

Obviously rabies. Have you noticed anything different about the raccoons that gnaw on your leg, Auntie B?

esanko July 24 2012, 04:03:55 UTC

I once dreamt of a tornado in which tendrils of lightning outlined a bear- why on earth would I dream of a bear in a tornado, but it was explained to me that, well, that was my spirit animal/guide. Sounds good to me. Male bears live solitary lives. I told this story (I NEVER remember my dreams, this is an anomoly) to Dr. Bakker, not sure why now, but he corrected me and told me my true animal spirit guide was Arctodus, the Short Faced Bear. True fucking story.
So I have to have some type of Arctodus-related Ink. Thinking calf- paw print. Black. Or Aqua. Teal. Sorry, couldn't resist- I am not a bad person- ! I'm sure the tat looks wicked cool. You are inked!