I feel a little stoned myself, fuzzy of head. Doesn't seem like my sinuses are full or anything. Maybe it's the middle-of-the-night sleepiness along with the sneaky tired of snow shoveling.
We had the day off work. My furniture pick-up guys are now coming next week. I guess there'll be a little snow today and then another fairly hearty pass late "tonight"--- funny that feels weirder than calling Saturday "today", but it does. I guess cuz I'm in the night and so how can the next night be "tonight".
During my long nap I dreamed I was meeting someone at a hotel that was laid out kinda more like a motel (not unlike one in Bullitt, which I watched yesterday). It was supposed to be one ex-lover and ended up being kind of a combination of two ex-lovers. There wasn't sex, but there was intimacy. The other kind of touching. :o} When I was heading to the room I heard an ex-colleague friend talking in a room a floor below the walkway I was on, and called out a sing-songy thing with her name in it, by way of saying hello. It was surprising that I could hear her so easily and she apparently couldn't hear me, cuz soon after that I heard her talking to the woman I was meeting---talking about me, and showing her something I said or wrote which was maybe this blog, and in an unkind, gossipy way. When I sat on the bed later with the woman, I hadn't even bothered to worry about it, and, sure nuff, I could just feel that it wasn't a problem. That she too knew about that propensity for gossip and that, I dunno, that she wasn't surprised by anything, and that the way we loved each other was the main thing. It was a centering, of sorts.
There's something about that kind of centering.
While I was sweeping my way down the steps to the yard here a little bit ago, I was thinking about the guy in the PBS documentary "Alone in the Wilderness" that I saw a month or two ago. The guy who builds a cabin by a lake in Alaska, and then lives there, alone. Cuz, y'know, no doubt he kept re-shoveling the same paths over and over, multiple times daily. I found myself wondering whether there had been, for him, a woman. Y'know, before that. I've thought about him a good bit since seeing that show, and about him and people, but hadn't thought about his maybe having had an ex-. Or ex-es. (Ha. The perils of hanging hyphens!)
Well, guess I'll watch my story now. Good night and good morning, reader, and good today and good tonight.
