Today I got a late start. Well, if 7:15 on a Saturday morning can be considered late. I've mentioned how time figures differently here at Elder House. Now that really cold weather is here the ice fishermen on this floor are up and about before dawn. There are men on this planet who rise before the sun and lug about cases of Pabst beer!
I had a cool dream; so the time didn't matter quite as much. (Chronic conditions require meds on a schedule.) In the dream I was a young, relatively healthy woman cleaning the den at Mommy Dearest's house. I repositioned a large white picture frame on a counter so that the plants could get more light. One of my younger brothers was on the couch watching cartoons and he said, "You know that's not gonna work." I could see spilled water and a dumped out houseplant on the floor in the kitchen. I went in to clean up the mess and found one of my nieces on the floor in front of the sink playing with trucks. She glanced up, gave me a radiant smile, and continued to make vroom-vroom noises. I was so happy to see her. In the dream something was stuck to my foot and I woke up thinking that I might be able to grow a purple Wandering Jew here in this apartment. God bless REM sleep.
One of my favorite instructors is almost 25 years younger than I am. (Don't gasp; at my end of the academic spectrum that is the norm rather than the exception.) Today I figured out that he was in diapers the year I got married. All those days we were wandering about in the space time continuum; so that one bright January afternoon we would be in the same classroom and I'd be paying him to teach me stuff. Sweet! Anyway, he posted somewhere that he has to have "the talk" with his sons very soon. This gent is brilliant and slightly goofy and I'm sure he'll do just fine.
Click here for one goofy, yet true, example
The time stamps on fb and blog posts are misleading. If she wrote that entry 18 hours ago it was the dead of night. Even if she lives two time zones away from me. Is she having trouble sleeping? And if that other one updated her status four minutes ago why didn't she also leave me a voicemail message? And why is there always SPAM in the in box marked 17:04? What maniac programmed that auto dialer?
But, I get it, I think. It has to do with that speed of light thing. It also has to do with being able to truthfully say, "You're not the boss of me!"
I had a cool dream; so the time didn't matter quite as much. (Chronic conditions require meds on a schedule.) In the dream I was a young, relatively healthy woman cleaning the den at Mommy Dearest's house. I repositioned a large white picture frame on a counter so that the plants could get more light. One of my younger brothers was on the couch watching cartoons and he said, "You know that's not gonna work." I could see spilled water and a dumped out houseplant on the floor in the kitchen. I went in to clean up the mess and found one of my nieces on the floor in front of the sink playing with trucks. She glanced up, gave me a radiant smile, and continued to make vroom-vroom noises. I was so happy to see her. In the dream something was stuck to my foot and I woke up thinking that I might be able to grow a purple Wandering Jew here in this apartment. God bless REM sleep.
One of my favorite instructors is almost 25 years younger than I am. (Don't gasp; at my end of the academic spectrum that is the norm rather than the exception.) Today I figured out that he was in diapers the year I got married. All those days we were wandering about in the space time continuum; so that one bright January afternoon we would be in the same classroom and I'd be paying him to teach me stuff. Sweet! Anyway, he posted somewhere that he has to have "the talk" with his sons very soon. This gent is brilliant and slightly goofy and I'm sure he'll do just fine.
Click here for one goofy, yet true, example
The time stamps on fb and blog posts are misleading. If she wrote that entry 18 hours ago it was the dead of night. Even if she lives two time zones away from me. Is she having trouble sleeping? And if that other one updated her status four minutes ago why didn't she also leave me a voicemail message? And why is there always SPAM in the in box marked 17:04? What maniac programmed that auto dialer?
But, I get it, I think. It has to do with that speed of light thing. It also has to do with being able to truthfully say, "You're not the boss of me!"
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