Four Perfect Sentences
Feb. 20th, 2025 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraIn my dream, I wrote four perfect sentences. They just came magically into my head.
Wow! the dream me thought. I better write these down before I forget them.
And I did write them down—in the dream.
But when I awakened, I had totally forgotten them.
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On Tuesday, I came down with a cold. Non-stop snoozles, runny nose, inability to focus. I gave up on useful work, and napped on & off, and read.
That vanquished the cold but then yesterday, driving home from TaxBwana, I was infected with a melancholy so deep I burst into tears & kept crying on & off the rest of the day.
Don't ask me what that was about because I couldn't tell you.
My two TaxBwana clients hadn't made that much of an emotional dent except that they were both old—the one, a 90-year old woman, sharp as a tack & physically vital, living on the remains of an ancestral apple orchard her family had owned for more that 100 years; the other, a retired NYC cop.
"Wait!" I said to the cop. "You used to commute from New Paltz every day to the Bronx?"
He had!
Maybe the 90-year-old lady had made me sad because maybe I was seeing the beginnings of cognitive decline in her: She was very flustered, and had only brought in pages 7 through 11 of one form that I needed to see Page 1 of. But hey! It was a mistake that many people far younger than her can—and do!—make & having taxes done is nervewracking for most people.
Anyway, I was sad, sad, sad, when I got home though that didn't stop me from doing useful work.
This morning I woke up with a right-sided backache that won't stop me from doing useful work but may stop me from going to the gym.
I can't figure out why my back would ache. On Monday, I actually did heavy exercise designed to phuck up one's back, & I was fine; yesterday, I did nothing. The ways of the aging body are mysterious!
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It is bitterly, bitterly cold out. Temps barely brush freezing! But bright & sunny, and the angle of the sun is higher in the sky, which means the sun actually sheds some warmth.
The local meadows and pastures are still frozen beneath enormous plates of white ice that shine like polished glass. And likely to remain so for the next few days.
It is an eerie sight:
Wow! the dream me thought. I better write these down before I forget them.
And I did write them down—in the dream.
But when I awakened, I had totally forgotten them.
###
On Tuesday, I came down with a cold. Non-stop snoozles, runny nose, inability to focus. I gave up on useful work, and napped on & off, and read.
That vanquished the cold but then yesterday, driving home from TaxBwana, I was infected with a melancholy so deep I burst into tears & kept crying on & off the rest of the day.
Don't ask me what that was about because I couldn't tell you.
My two TaxBwana clients hadn't made that much of an emotional dent except that they were both old—the one, a 90-year old woman, sharp as a tack & physically vital, living on the remains of an ancestral apple orchard her family had owned for more that 100 years; the other, a retired NYC cop.
"Wait!" I said to the cop. "You used to commute from New Paltz every day to the Bronx?"
He had!
Maybe the 90-year-old lady had made me sad because maybe I was seeing the beginnings of cognitive decline in her: She was very flustered, and had only brought in pages 7 through 11 of one form that I needed to see Page 1 of. But hey! It was a mistake that many people far younger than her can—and do!—make & having taxes done is nervewracking for most people.
Anyway, I was sad, sad, sad, when I got home though that didn't stop me from doing useful work.
This morning I woke up with a right-sided backache that won't stop me from doing useful work but may stop me from going to the gym.
I can't figure out why my back would ache. On Monday, I actually did heavy exercise designed to phuck up one's back, & I was fine; yesterday, I did nothing. The ways of the aging body are mysterious!
###
It is bitterly, bitterly cold out. Temps barely brush freezing! But bright & sunny, and the angle of the sun is higher in the sky, which means the sun actually sheds some warmth.
The local meadows and pastures are still frozen beneath enormous plates of white ice that shine like polished glass. And likely to remain so for the next few days.
It is an eerie sight:
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Date: 2025-02-20 03:20 pm (UTC)Not surprised in the slightest your back is tweaking. All that shoveling! It can be delayed. Spines are mysterious.
I'm wanting to write...just not doing it yet. Good that your dreamself is scribbling.
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Date: 2025-02-20 08:35 pm (UTC)Millions & millions, I'm thinking.
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Date: 2025-02-20 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-20 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-20 08:26 pm (UTC)It seems the season for sadness, or extra sadness....
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Date: 2025-02-20 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-21 04:24 am (UTC)Maybe what made you sad was that 90 year old lady didn't have someone helping her, like, you know, her 70 year old daughter, who in turn would be helped by her own 40 year old daughter and so on down the line.
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Date: 2025-02-21 03:26 pm (UTC)So perhaps that was part of it.
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Date: 2025-02-21 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-21 03:25 pm (UTC)You are never tone deaf, & I don't actually need my melancholia to be acknowledged by anyone but me-ee-eee! 😀
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Date: 2025-02-21 03:48 pm (UTC)