These dreams

Temperature: 15/59 degrees after a very cool start to September. Summer warmth didn’t stay, it left, and we had another extreme where it rained, and rained, and rained. It rained all August, and the grass turned green but of course the bigger trees were goners, shedding yellow leaves as if it were fall already. Since it started early, it’s gonna be a long one. Autumn, I mean.

Drinking: afternoon tea instead of coffee. That’s how chilly I’ve been feeling, sweetie darlings.

Eating: Had some mushroom marinara ravioli for lunch. Simple and simply de-lec-ta-ble.

Watching: the strangest of dreams. Dreams and nightmares. Are you having any? “I’ll ugly cry until you leave,” the last one ended. I had bumped into someone I’d wanted to bump into for a very long time. How they knew that, or me, who knows; dream logic, you know. And nerves don’t make me run or give me the waterworks but now I ran and upon being stopped burst into anxious tears and panicky pleas. I’ll ugly cry until you leave? Oh but that gave me the giggles. And they were having none of it. Too bad we never got to chat, though, it would have been bizarre for sure.

Listening: to something evocative: Morning Landscape by Moritz Bintig. Find a quiet space or your earbuds, put this on and tell me where you went. Or don’t! Happy trails. 😘

Reading: The Burning Girls by C. J. Tudor. And when you do pick up one of her books, as you should, dearest denizens, be sure to have plenty of time on your hands because those hands won’t want to put that book down, they simply won’t be able to.

Writing: in my mind a note of thank you and happy birthday to two formative powers: Brazil and my maternal grandfather, 199 and 101 respectively. I miss you both so very much. (Brazil, we are all very worried about you.)

Thinking: Sweet baby Jesus it’s getting harder and harder to keep up with the news. Not for the sheer volume of it but for the sheer stupidity, the feeling you’re left with, the embarrassment you feel, ashamed to be living in such regressive, such idiotic times. Sorry to sound so negative but after four billion years of evolution this is the best we can do? I have said this before and I’ll say it again: Dreams should fuel the future. We are giving our children nightmares.