Friday, Nov. 07, 2003 - 10:40 a.m.
Greetings,
It’s a grey November day. The sky is like translucent pewter and there are patches of fog around the tallest buildings here in the CBD. The temperature is pretty cool for New Orleans. I’ve got on my long sleeved black shirt with the knit-lace inserts and I’m nice and comfortable. (Of course the air-conditioning is on in the building, but whatever.)
I had the most interesting dreams last night. I actually had a baby in one – a little girl, but the better one was about how I was this power source/chosen one/princess figure (too much talk about The Matrix mythos with Jaye yesterday I suspect). The more lucid details of the dream elude me, but the fragments I remember have to do with this huge pond/lake full of sharks and these very interesting turtle creatures with razor teeth. They would swim around in this lake and pictures of them would be broadcast all over town. And everyone was afraid to stick even a tiny toe into the water for fear of getting eaten alive. But the power source/chosen one/princess could actually be friends with the creatures. What I liked about her/me best was that she/I inspired other people to stop being so afraid of the sea creatures. This one boy was so motivated that he cast a line out into the middle of the pond and caught this absolutely huge (I’m talking whale sized) fish which leaped into the air and plunged back down again showering everyone with water and somehow this released a lot of tension. It also caused the power source/chosen one/princess to go into this very cool suspended trance-like state. But the feeling of ecstasy that crept across my body starting at my toes and ending in my skull was unbelievably powerful. I sort of went into this trance so that everyone left behind could overcome their fears, etc. without making me into their goddess.
I love this dream for several reasons, but one big one is that the fish were actually IN WATER and STAYED THERE and I helped everyone DE-STRESS about the fish. It was like an inverted Mina stress dream. Instead of chasing poor fish swimming around in the air, dying, they all were in their element and they were a source of fear at first that morphed into understanding. Very cool.
But enough about my dreams.
This morning is a work Friday so that meant that Tommy and I went to PJs on Girod for hot chai (me) and iced mocha (him). We sat outside for a bit talking about the Matrix (thanks Jaye!) and then I drove him to work and got caught in relatively little traffic for the time I actually crossed the bridge.
I got to work just before 8 and was all set to stroll into the office on time.
And then It Happened.
I dropped my gottdem parking card between the driver’s seat and the storage console area. Where it is virtually impossible to retrieve it. I had to move the seat up and back and sideways and I got progressively more irritated until I popped the trunk by accident and when I went to close the trunk, I kicked over my freaking hot chai (which was on the garage floor near the back tire.) Without even one SIP!!!
So a Mini Mina Temper Tantrum ensued during which I flung myself into the backseat of Kharis and yelled that I WOULD get that damn card NOW. And voila, I did.
I got into the office at 5 after 8 instead of on the dot of 8 but consoled myself with office coffee (Maxwell House made at our section’s own personal Mr. Coffee coffeemaker) flavored with Coffeemate French Vanilla creamers. Not hot chai, but a reasonable replacement.
Tonight after Tom gets his hair chopped, we’re heading to the Gap to get him some decent fall/winter work clothes and then Lord & Taylor for a pair of black shoes. Then it’s off to Schwinn Pixie for that dreaded weekly shop.
After that a relaxing shower by candlelight before making Hamburger Helper and settling in to watch a movie.
I have to be up relatively early tomorrow morning to drop Tommy off at Audubon Park so he can walk for Juvenile Diabetes (yay, Tommy!!) but that’s all to the good so I can get cracking on Crescentwood and whip it into shape for Caftan Night.
Sunday will no doubt be spent watching “Friends”. We’ve gone through disks one and two, but we’ve got three and four to go. There’s something so eminently satisfying about watching “Friends” with Tommy. It’s like quintessential Tom/Mina fare.
A billion years ago when we were faxing each other on a daily basis and I was married to someone else, he introduced me to “Friends”. I introduced him to “X-Files”.
Every Thursday night I would go to my sister’s apartment and watch “Friends” with her knowing that Tommy was in California gathered with his roommates watching the show too.
Every Friday night I would sit in the dark in my Gothic Retreat to watch X-Files with a glass of red wine knowing he would be watching X-Files later that night by himself with candles surrounding him.
Now we can watch these things together. :)
Well, I guess I’d better get on with my day. I’m meeting Maid Marion for lunch in about an hour and a half and no doubt I’ll get to hear what’s going on with my ex-co-workers. But hopefully we’ll talk about other things too. Maybe now that I don’t work with her anymore, Maid Marion and I can go to a different level of friendship where we don’t have to talk about work all the time.
We’ll see!
Until next time,
Olrun
