“Remoted” – Day 512 (Tuesday)

This morning and yesterday morning featured the highly unusual events of remembering dreams after getting up. This morning’s dream was in a nebulous, slightly dark location that morphed between hotel, restaurant, boardwalk, and mini-mall. There was a search for food, sitting at a table with Mom and other people who seemed vaguely familiar, then my very long search for a trash can to dispose of our paper serving utensils during which I got lost and couldn’t find my group again. Elevators didn’t work, locales kept changing, it was approaching time to check out and I couldn’t find my room to pack and it was frustrating. It felt similar to a lot of waking life. Then I was saved by the alarm to wake up.

Yesterday’s dream involved running down shadowy alleys and searching for something while also hiding from some ever present, unseen creepy force. Again, saved by the alarm. Maybe my not remembering dreams is a psychological safety mechanism. Thank goodness work has been more pleasant than the slightly unsettling dreams and elements of real life which are still in flux. 

After work there was the raking of the grass clumps left by Sunday’s mow, which I intended to deal with on Monday after they’d had a chance to dry. It didn’t happen. The raking part, that is. The grass clumps dried nicely. Then it rained last night and made them wet again. Oops. 

Tonight, the clumps were dry on top and wet underneath, much like the grass when it was cut. The wet clumps were one reason it wasn’t raked on Monday, which would make the barrel heavier. The other reason was, well, just because. The consequence of delaying, was, of course, doing it tonight. 

Finnish lessons hit day 400 in the consecutive streak. Maybe by day 500 of lessons I'll find someone I can actually speak it with. Until then, it's talking to Winston and myself. 

Winston lounging.

Winston was mopey and quiet and slept on the couch a lot. He’s probably thinking about Moose at the heavenly doggy all day buffet with the endless poop pop dessert bar while he’s here on a special diabetes diet with scientifically formulated dry brown kibble bits, the occasional biscuit, and random veggie chunks and blueberries. Either that, or he’s in training for our vacation activity level. Two more workdays and then it’s vacay. Tick tock, off the clock.