DREAM: On the rooftop of a small house. On my hands and knees shuffling/swimming around the perimeter in the gutter, which is filled with sand. It’s some kind of new sport. I notice my step-uncle David approaching in the front yard. It’s understood that in dream life he had a skill for jumping or falling with style, like he could jump off a building and do body tricks in midair, then land perfectly on the ground.
“Teach me how to jump, David!”
Later I’m hanging out on the back porch talking with an old lady in a wheelchair. She has a basket of freshly picked black mission figs. I grab one and take a bite. It’s cylinder shaped, which is strange, and tube-like filling oozes out the bottom.
I find myself describing this particular dream to Kevin in another dream later on the dream cycle…
Sometime after 11:30 a.m. waking up.
Breakfast: Bagel with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
As soon as I walk in there’s a hailstorm of orders to deliver…sigh.
Delivering an order out on Shore Drive. The wife signs the credit receipt as the husband carries a gallon of milk and a 24 pack of Miller High Life up the stairs.
I comment, “Milk and beer, the two essentials!”
Watermelon.
As soon as I arrive to my house to make a quick sandwich the boss calls me with an order. How hard is it to ask for just 20 minutes to get some lunch? It’s not happening. I’m on call all day. I’m a slave to the Chinese food industry.
Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea. White Nectarine.
It’s almost 9 o’clock. I told Ling and Cecily I had to leave by then. Of course there’s still orders left and I get coaxed into taking four more, setting me back a little.
Getting the sound equipment and driving to Winston’s Café for the show. I hate feeling rushed all the time. My whole day consists of having a sense of urgency…
Snacking on Carrots with Ranch.
Playing a solo Musicplayer set alongside Dylan Gilbert and his band. Comfortable with my performance despite the lack of time to practice or warm up my voice. This is what I love to do. This is what I live for.
I didn’t eat any dinner and I need something now. Eating a slice of loaded deluxe pizza I found in the fridge with a Dunkelweizen. It belongs to Lauren but I leave an IOU note in place of the one I took.
Margot is happy—cuddling with me in bed and making cute animated noises of joy. I like to hear her laugh.
“This is good for you.”
Walking her to her car, she says to me…
“You have to marry me before the world ends.”
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
2 comments:
Got a little over a year then, I suppose? I already fucked shit up by rushing. I don't recommend it. Also, yore lucky Lauren isn't a pregnant chick... that's dangerous territory... eating a girl's leftovers.
Saw Anthony tonight. Took a picture. Saw some fireworks. Talked. Daniel lost wedding his ring in the ocean.
Be careful.
LOL at Jen's comment. I had a roommate that "borrowed" some pork chops I had planned for dinner. Then her idiot guy friend basically told me it was their dinner, not mine. Same week they helped themselves to the chocolate bar I bought my then husband to be for a gift. I wanted to hurt someone. ;) LOL
I can relate to the "rushed" feeling all the time. I'm have production stats I have to maintain at work. I feel rushed, so I sometimes take my time and leave late doing the time sheet. Now we have to hand it to the lead or supervisor it's hard to do that. :(
Timing on marriage can be tricky. Too soon, or too late and it changes the odds. But we did the too soon thing statistically, and I have no regrets. Committment level matters most. Relationships are a lot of work, aren't the?
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