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averygoodun42) wrote2009-09-19 10:43 pm
averygoodun42) wrote2009-09-19 10:43 pm
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Last night I dreamt that my dad was pursuing a lead for a job at NASA. Since NASA had won the political battle (?), both my parents were actually excited about the prospect, even the living in Florida bit. It was a very odd, surreal dream. The Jacksonville (yes, I know that's not right!) airport was definitely the most futuristic airport I had ever witnessed, though. Because the population was older, but the distances from parking to airport were great, they had these... elevators for the baggage. I say elevator, but that's only what they looked like. They acted far more like the vacuum chutes you see at drive through tellers and such.
We put our bags in and whoosh, up they arced, far into the sky. I was slightly worried about loose packing and the consequences of sharp objects, but rationalized that their descent would be far slower than their ascent was, so as to give us time to catch up to them by walking.
I suspect, thinking about it now, that viewing the airport from above, it would have looked like a giant spider, with all these high pressure arcs radiating from the hub.
I have been off of white sugar and glutenous grains for six days now, and back on the claratin for two. I am starting to feel human again. Geoff made dinner last night, as I wasn't able, and he created a very tasty, mild Mexican hash for tacos. There was enough for leftovers, which I made into enchilada casserole tonight, making the meat mixture the bottom layer, and sauteeing up zucchini, onion, mushrooms and garlic (with cumin and salt, natch) for the second layer. Because of hunger levels, I did not, perhaps, let the zucchini cook as much as I should have, but I liked the slight crunch they had in the final result. It was a good counterpoint to the mushy nature of the rest.
Nice fusion Mex, anyway.
I started what may end up as my SBB piece. I wanted to photograph it and play around a bit on GIMP today, but Babe climbed up on me, confiscated the pad and pencil for his own purposes and started drawing. I haven't looked at my drawing to make sure he didn't draw on the back of it (which, with the pressure he puts on a pencil, would mark its doom) because while he was drawing, I fell asleep. Then the phone rang, startling me off the loveseat.
It was Geoff, telling me he would be home in a few minutes (he had to go into work to take care of the fiber optic cable that had been left lying on the floor (to deal with another emergency) before someone came in and stepped on it. I agreed that was a priority for the morning. Despite the probability of anyone actually doing so.)
As soon as I was off the phone, I grabbed the blanket off the loveseat Babe was still drawing at, pulled a pillow off the floor and wrapped myself up and into the couch. Have I mentioned the somnambulant properties of our couch? They really are impressive. Lie down on the couch and I guarantee that within fifteen minutes, no matter how awake you were before, your heart-rate will be sluggish, your eyes heavy, and, if you're lucky, your muscles relaxed.
I was awake for Geoff's arrival home (and remember seeing Babe's bare-bottomed rush for the opening door), and being amused at Geoff's startle when I spoke. Seems I had become one with the couch, what with the fuzzy blanket covering me to my nose. I vaguely recall Geoff talking to Babe about something - the beautiful weather? the drawing? - and then I was in dreamland again.
I shouldn't have napped. I should have stayed awake and gone to bed early, but... Considering that when my mum called in the middle of my nap, although I did wake up, I felt no impetus to get up (uncovering my arm and unsuccessfully trying to wave it to prove I was awake wasn't enough to convince Geoff to hand the phone over to me), I suspect I needed the sleep. As long as I can get to sleep tonight, perhaps I shall even find myself waking refreshed one of these days.
I was woken up a couple of hours later by the phone, again. It was a church group member phoning to make sure there would be a meeting tomorrow. I assured her there was (although I'm still not clear on the time), and where it was, but I'm surprised I managed to be coherent. Most of my thoughts were still wrapped up in my dreams and doing mental checks to make sure that they had been only dreams.
When I hung up, I looked at the couch, sitting there peaceably, blanket still warm from my body, and I was tempted. But the bathroom was closer and that call was much stronger. When I came out, I deftly avoided looking at the couch on my way past it to the computer. After all, there were cookies to research, stories to read (Pet Project! Squee!), email to check and time to waste.
Over all, I'd say it was a good day. Even if I wasn't actively participating in it for the most part. Although, perhaps that why... :-)
We put our bags in and whoosh, up they arced, far into the sky. I was slightly worried about loose packing and the consequences of sharp objects, but rationalized that their descent would be far slower than their ascent was, so as to give us time to catch up to them by walking.
I suspect, thinking about it now, that viewing the airport from above, it would have looked like a giant spider, with all these high pressure arcs radiating from the hub.
I have been off of white sugar and glutenous grains for six days now, and back on the claratin for two. I am starting to feel human again. Geoff made dinner last night, as I wasn't able, and he created a very tasty, mild Mexican hash for tacos. There was enough for leftovers, which I made into enchilada casserole tonight, making the meat mixture the bottom layer, and sauteeing up zucchini, onion, mushrooms and garlic (with cumin and salt, natch) for the second layer. Because of hunger levels, I did not, perhaps, let the zucchini cook as much as I should have, but I liked the slight crunch they had in the final result. It was a good counterpoint to the mushy nature of the rest.
Nice fusion Mex, anyway.
I started what may end up as my SBB piece. I wanted to photograph it and play around a bit on GIMP today, but Babe climbed up on me, confiscated the pad and pencil for his own purposes and started drawing. I haven't looked at my drawing to make sure he didn't draw on the back of it (which, with the pressure he puts on a pencil, would mark its doom) because while he was drawing, I fell asleep. Then the phone rang, startling me off the loveseat.
It was Geoff, telling me he would be home in a few minutes (he had to go into work to take care of the fiber optic cable that had been left lying on the floor (to deal with another emergency) before someone came in and stepped on it. I agreed that was a priority for the morning. Despite the probability of anyone actually doing so.)
As soon as I was off the phone, I grabbed the blanket off the loveseat Babe was still drawing at, pulled a pillow off the floor and wrapped myself up and into the couch. Have I mentioned the somnambulant properties of our couch? They really are impressive. Lie down on the couch and I guarantee that within fifteen minutes, no matter how awake you were before, your heart-rate will be sluggish, your eyes heavy, and, if you're lucky, your muscles relaxed.
I was awake for Geoff's arrival home (and remember seeing Babe's bare-bottomed rush for the opening door), and being amused at Geoff's startle when I spoke. Seems I had become one with the couch, what with the fuzzy blanket covering me to my nose. I vaguely recall Geoff talking to Babe about something - the beautiful weather? the drawing? - and then I was in dreamland again.
I shouldn't have napped. I should have stayed awake and gone to bed early, but... Considering that when my mum called in the middle of my nap, although I did wake up, I felt no impetus to get up (uncovering my arm and unsuccessfully trying to wave it to prove I was awake wasn't enough to convince Geoff to hand the phone over to me), I suspect I needed the sleep. As long as I can get to sleep tonight, perhaps I shall even find myself waking refreshed one of these days.
I was woken up a couple of hours later by the phone, again. It was a church group member phoning to make sure there would be a meeting tomorrow. I assured her there was (although I'm still not clear on the time), and where it was, but I'm surprised I managed to be coherent. Most of my thoughts were still wrapped up in my dreams and doing mental checks to make sure that they had been only dreams.
When I hung up, I looked at the couch, sitting there peaceably, blanket still warm from my body, and I was tempted. But the bathroom was closer and that call was much stronger. When I came out, I deftly avoided looking at the couch on my way past it to the computer. After all, there were cookies to research, stories to read (Pet Project! Squee!), email to check and time to waste.
Over all, I'd say it was a good day. Even if I wasn't actively participating in it for the most part. Although, perhaps that why... :-)
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It's such a foreign concept, waking refreshed. I think I can imagine it...
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