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Saturday, October 24th, 2009 10:38 pmAfter one of those nights when dreams stretch and merge and combine with each other and come apart again to bend again into new shapes, I woke up to the sound of acorns falling, or rain, or wasps, or ghosts. A beautiful warm morning. I got up for a bit, decided to go back to bed, then woke up for real about two hours later. Took an early shower, got dressed, ate and went for a short walk. I've been feeling under the weather lately--nothing alarming, not as if I had the flu, though perhaps it's like a healthy person getting a flu, a bit feverish (without any actual fever) and worn out and sore-throated. So I knew enough to keep the walk short, but it did feel good to walk for a while in the warmth.
Rested a few hours. Did a bunch of nothing, as I have been doing a lot for the last few days. Took a good, long afternoon nap and woke up with a feeling migraines often bring, feeling half in this world half in another. This state, of course, always leads to brilliant decisions, so it is not surprising that I looked out at the glowering sky, thought about the heavy rains in the forecast, considered how very tired I've been, and decided to go for another walk.
Query: Why do drivers on the highway honk their horns at pedestrians on the sidewalk just before drenching them in road spray?
Maybe some of the drivers were expressing their appreciation for the way I look in a wet T-shirt. I rather doubt it, but it is a theoretical possibility.
It was actually a lovely walk. When the rains first came down, I dashed into a nearby store and looked around for a while, having gotten only a little bit wet on the way in. After a while, I looked outside, concluded that the rain was easing a bit, bought a candy bar and left. I was completely wrong about the rain, of course, and quickly became more soaked than I have been in ages, since that one day when the rain clouds followed me to the doctor's office. The weather was still warm, so the walk was fun in spite of the drivers' honkings. Came home utterly worn out (one thing I'd forgotten was how much clothes and shoes weigh when completely saturated) and needing a hot shower to ease the pain in overtired muscles. Going out the second time may be something I'll regret tomorrow, but I can't say I regret it today.
One thing I need to do sometime soon is buy a can of compressed air. I need something to help me clean this keyboard--having keys that are hit-and-miss makes typing decidedly less than fun, especially when two of those keys are among the most commonly-used letters in English. Heck, two of those letters are in the word "English." Did you know that in 1829 the first Neanderthaler skulls were found in the village of Engis? Wikipedia tells me so. And I'm feeling even more feverish without actually having a fever, so it's probably time for me to give up pounding the recalcitrant keyboard and go to bed.
For the record: The foods of the week have been winesap apples, concord grapes, and hickory-smoked bacon. Somehow that seems deep and meaningful right now.
Rested a few hours. Did a bunch of nothing, as I have been doing a lot for the last few days. Took a good, long afternoon nap and woke up with a feeling migraines often bring, feeling half in this world half in another. This state, of course, always leads to brilliant decisions, so it is not surprising that I looked out at the glowering sky, thought about the heavy rains in the forecast, considered how very tired I've been, and decided to go for another walk.
Query: Why do drivers on the highway honk their horns at pedestrians on the sidewalk just before drenching them in road spray?
Maybe some of the drivers were expressing their appreciation for the way I look in a wet T-shirt. I rather doubt it, but it is a theoretical possibility.
It was actually a lovely walk. When the rains first came down, I dashed into a nearby store and looked around for a while, having gotten only a little bit wet on the way in. After a while, I looked outside, concluded that the rain was easing a bit, bought a candy bar and left. I was completely wrong about the rain, of course, and quickly became more soaked than I have been in ages, since that one day when the rain clouds followed me to the doctor's office. The weather was still warm, so the walk was fun in spite of the drivers' honkings. Came home utterly worn out (one thing I'd forgotten was how much clothes and shoes weigh when completely saturated) and needing a hot shower to ease the pain in overtired muscles. Going out the second time may be something I'll regret tomorrow, but I can't say I regret it today.
One thing I need to do sometime soon is buy a can of compressed air. I need something to help me clean this keyboard--having keys that are hit-and-miss makes typing decidedly less than fun, especially when two of those keys are among the most commonly-used letters in English. Heck, two of those letters are in the word "English." Did you know that in 1829 the first Neanderthaler skulls were found in the village of Engis? Wikipedia tells me so. And I'm feeling even more feverish without actually having a fever, so it's probably time for me to give up pounding the recalcitrant keyboard and go to bed.
For the record: The foods of the week have been winesap apples, concord grapes, and hickory-smoked bacon. Somehow that seems deep and meaningful right now.
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