Caught in the net
I’m just sitting here and surfing the net as I have done for the last couple of nights because when I lie down I cough. My throat is sore, my rib cage aches and I’m darn sleepy. If it weren’t for the honor of it I’d rather not have bronchitis or whatever the heck this stuff is. My wife was sympathetic for a while but I tend to moan. She gets tired of that, but I say what’s the use of being sick if no one knows. Besides I can’t help it if I’m just more sensitive than she is. I’m apparently a lot more sensitive than she is because she has long since quit caring whether I live or die as long as I shut up about it. I have tried to explain (justify, excuse,) that its not really moaning, I just tend to exhale heavily in order to clear my lungs for the next (I pitifully hope) life giving breath. I think the dynamics of this could be amusing if it were happening to someone else. I wish it were, I could stand a good laugh, if it didn’t hurt so much. Oh, there is one good thing. I have finished the net.
Among the Pomegranates
I was just browsing through my documents looking for something on ancient Celtic farming practices when I ran across the record of a dream which I had sometime in July. I apparantly awoke, recorded it and like a dream, promptly forgot it. Here it is.
" 3:20 a.m. Dreaming in my room and in my dream talking with my friend, I liked this line so well, I repeated it so I could remember it , excused myself and woke up to write it down".
“And that’s the trouble. We are profligate with our time. We act like we have all the time there is but we will not all live to retire and we will not all have the lovely smiling girl with the sunlight falling dappled up on her gorgeous skin among the pomegranates.”
Then I said , to the computer, : ". and now back to sleep... to dream of the lovely smiling girl among the pomegranates.
I need to remember more of my dreams. I recall the sun dappled girl.
Time in a Bottle
A random thought on awakening at 2:35 in the dark and cold of my room. In aproximately four hours my watch alarum will go off as it does every morning and I as it is Saturday will not hear it. Or perhaps it is that the alarum does not ring on saturdays and sundays. Who can say. But if so, how does it know. In fact how do I know. Every other day at Five forty five I hear and arise stiffling a curse. But not on those two choice days. We could also ask why I am sitting here in a small circle of light frezing and typing when I obviously cant type or add or think clearly at this time of morning. I should know better. I do know better but I am dazed and shold neverhaave started this. Note to self. Nevermake decisions at this time of morning. 2:35 decidions could be disasterous. I remember as a child ariaing at this time to go fishing or hunting with my dad and thinking that nothing in the world was enhanced by that early hour and that even the most joyous occasions suffered and were transmueted into horror by this un-Godly time. So Good night. Hah! I dont have to get up! (so why am I?) I am now rectifying my original error. and again Good night.