November 24th, 2007

Whale fluke

Dreaming at a Remove

First, a reminder: You can sponsor my friend's Dec. 1st Polar Bear Plunge!

Odd revision of a regular dream of mine last night. One of my recurring dream-locations is a hilly, compact big city, like a combination of San Francisco and Seattle (think lots of water, lots of elevated freeways, and a big-ass airport). I was in that city last night, but watching a film showing that city destroyed by some disaster. Lots of damage, lots of dust, lots of emergency vehicles, and lots of (apparently sick and dying) people following some young guy (kind of a Donnie Darko type) who somehow is immune and undamaged, and therefore may (MAY) be a savior or the most important person in the city now. Or something. I didn't see enough of the movie to be sure. a way, was I dreaming about a dream? Hmm...

To change subjects abruptly, I'm going to Eugene today. Visit friend/former girlfriend Alicia, her mom Hope, and cats, including a very cuddle-hungry kitten. I'm in the mood for a road trip.


That's Eugene, as it's said BY NO ONE. (Except me when I overpronounce stuff.)

A successful road trip has ended with me home and decompressing. I drove south a hundred miles to visit Alicia, the friend and Former Significant Other (or F.S.O., as I call her). I picked up books and DVDs I'd let her borrow, and left her other books and DVDs. We then drove out to family of hers west of Eugene, and had a nice lunch (green beans, or "greener beaners" as they were calling 'em, and a pasta casserole), plus "fuzzy therapy" with the cats. The cats now include an exuberant one-year-old named Sweetie, and the name is nice and appropriate. He also leaps. He almost could be this cat.

We watched the beginning of the Oregon-UCLA game (i.e. before it got really embarrassing), then returned to Eugene and saw Beowulf, which she really liked. (One thing she said: "I was promised nudity! Angelina's naked, but she's covered with mud! Beowulf's naked, but they covered his bits!")

Alicia remains a high-energy woman. Our visits remind me why we stopped working as a couple: it takes a lot of energy to keep up with her, even just conversationally, and also I rarely feel completely relaxed around her. You have to think fast to keep up with her, and to help her keep up with you; she often leaps waaaaay beyond the subject at hand to something out of far, far left field. Plus her volume control could use some work. But she's a worthy person, and I'm glad that I know her, and that we keep each other engaged and entertained.
  • Current Music
    Madeline Peyroux, "Dance Me to the End of Love"