Friday, August 10, 2001

 

1:04 a.m. This first week spent back online has gone by in a dizzy flash, and as I get my wits about me and start to clean up my files and make myself cozy here again, I've got a few bits and oddments to take care of.

This photo, for example. I thought it was just so terribly wonderful of me to snap and stockpile this one, all the way back in May when the odd peachy-colored flowers were blooming in front of the rust-patined slab of metal. I'd planned on using it on July 17, of course, but a wedge of gloom came between me and my glib intentions and on July 17 I was on my knees, scraping up floor glue.

If I were very patient or very trusting, I would put the photo away until next July 17, but that's just far too far in the future to count on. Where will we all be next July? How many of us will still inhabit this particular level of the earthly sphere? Will we all still be online? Will AT&T still be here?

I think it's prudent that I use this photo now, while I still can. There's just no telling about the future. As for the now -- I waited too long to post tonight, and now I'm too dull to continue.

I think I'll cheat and add a few bright morning words in a few hours ... because it isn't really cheating if you own the rule book.

Those hours have passed ...

... in dreams, plenty of wonderful dreams. Sometimes I actually worry because my dreams are not particularly exotic, but last night's glimpse into what might be my alternate life was pretty much acceptable. The house we were sharing with three sets of roomies and their children was at least big enough; one of the husbands was handy with plumbing, and the room set aside for us led into a mysterious corridor ...

... so there was enough promise to wake up with. You always want your dreams to open up a dimension, or at least occupy some unreal estate, so that your waking/dreaming life is rounded up. At least, I do.

Now, on to the work of the day -- people are coming at noon to walk through this particular house, these sunlit rooms, and I've got some vacuuming to do. Maybe they'll think the place is dreamy.