Weekend Plans Post: Dream Logic
In the dream, I got sent to India for my job. Oh, jeez. I even thought “at least I’ll get an essay out of this”.
I got to the Colorado Springs Airport and the dream became one about transitions. I got on the tram and ding ding found myself in Denver. Transferred from the Colorado Springs-Denver tram to the Denver-Seattle tram and ding ding got there in seconds as well. The Seattle-LAX tram worked like a charm and when I got to the international gate where I had to show my ticket to the lady to pass the barrier, all of my tickets were blank.
I told the lady “I have to go back to Colorado Springs, I guess.” She told me to roll over.
So I rolled over.
And there I was in Colorado Springs.
If there was a way to channel the weird energy that shows up sometimes in dreams, somebody could make a billion dollars selling it.
Then again, we’d probably lose a couple trillion of dollars in lost productivity.
This weekend will be spent back here in Colorado Springs. Got a game night on Saturday and the other plans we had to cook for friends have been *CANCELLED*. So I will get to recuperate from the first full week back in the office since early 2020. (How in the heck did I do this for 22 years?)
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Blissed”. All photos taken by Maribou.)
The band “The Jayhawks” had a brilliant song a million years ago called “Blue”.
Here’s the opening lyrics:
“Where have all my friends gone? They’ve all disappeared.”
What an amazing couplet!
Seconds later, they sing “Always thought I was someone. Turned out I was wrong.”
This is a great song for the occasional (but not often) introverted night. Highly recommended.
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Decided to get a Covid booster Thursday at 4. Figured I’d outsmart the process and sleep through the doldrum part and wake-up ready for Friday. Turns out the process wanted a full day for the doldrums, so Friday was spent at 80% with a low grade headache. No biggie, that’s why I picked Thurs and not Friday… It did, however kill my energy to get the kit set-up for Black Powder opening day (today)… so I’ll have to do that for another day.
Speaking of hunting, this is my favorite season for going into the woods and clearing the paths, pushing back the invasive species and harvesting the deadfall. There’s a massive white oak (prob 200 yrs old – survived because its main trunk is split into two huge intertwined trunks, which makes it very difficult to take down safely) that dropped a branch bigger than most trees on the property. Unfortunately it dropped it right over the main trail. Fortunately there are probably enough BTUs in there to heat us for a winter. Unfortunately I’ve noticed that I can’t work as long and as hard as I used to, and my boys are mostly grown up and not available to help.
Later, Lady Marchmaine and I are going to the local foofy dinner place that caters to what I can only describe as a vanishingly small and hidden population of, well, rural gentry… like us. Not fine dining, not a destination, more of a country kitchen for people who need foie gras and lardons.Report
Made a lame twitter post to get the picture out there of our Ent Tree.
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Yeah. The difference between turning 30 and turning 40 isn’t worth mentioning.
The difference between turning 40 and turning 50? HOLY COW.
I get a lot more jokes that didn’t used to make sense to me.Report
I don’t really remember so can’t comment. I turn 70 later this month, which somehow seems completely impossible.Report
My friends’ kid always asks how old I am and, when I tell her, she tells me the age of her grandmother.
I usually mention to the parents “Inside, I feel the same age as you guys. You’re, what? 28?” and they both laugh and say “Yes. We are both 28.”
Most recently, the guy told me that, inside, he feels 22.
I can’t even imagine.Report
OMG WE GET OUR HOUR BACK TONIGHTReport