Life lurches forward.
First, my job: few people have the chutzpah to work the insane hours I do, so when my counterpart took time off for personal reasons, my hours skyrocketed. I'm making a decent living, but, ironically my living isn't so decent. Not many hours of free time linger for me in any given week. Temp workers from other countries still fill many of the off hours shifts in my department. Somehow I am getting enough sleep, and insomnia isn't an issue.
Which leads to the dream logging portion of this diary. Nonsense continues to simmer in the grey matter as I slumber. Most memorable was a dream, where I was in a spare, industrial type hi rise apartment with my best friend and his family. The big picture windows opened out upon a large abandoned amusement park. Rust stained the old concrete foundations of the abandoned Ferris wheel and roller coaster. It was a clear sunny cool day. I was desperate to find a toilet. Oddly, the only toilet was in an open alcove off the main living room, which was wall-to-wall carpeted with 70-80s era, multi-color shag rug. I dove for the commode, and for some reason decided sitting down to pee was best. I forgot to put the seat down and about fell into the bowl. I started peeing. It was at this time my best friend decided to have a conversation with me. He talked like me sitting with my buttocks in toilet water, while urine gushes out of me, was a common occurance not even worth mentioning. I did wake up to a hella urge to pee...
Possibly helping with the sleep, is the ongoing passionate romance I have. We're pegging the meters on each other's souls. It's... nuts. Can't adequately describe it. It's dreamlike; something that just can't be real. Stuff like this only happens in dime store romance novels, Playboy articles (we only bought that magazine for the articles), wet dreams, etc. Occasionally I fear losing it. I remind myself to concentrate on the happiness of it all, and to relegate the fear of it ending to the background. Concentrate more on building, and not the fear of a tear down. Concentrate on supporting, loving really. We help each other through our rough days. Bottom line: it's FUN. Boy I hope it doesn't end!
I have been biking frequently to work. Traffic is ... traffic. I'm still the lone cyclist in my little area doing this, surrounded by motorists. We coexist. It's mainly an easy coexistence. I don't appreciate peoples brights while driving at night. Many don't dim them as they approach me, even as I have a headlight. I am sure they see me. It's inconsiderate, and I wonder what these people are thinking, if they are thinking at all.
Gardening season has essentially come to a close. Was a successful harvest after a summer of well timed rains and no major heatwaves. Only glitch was a June draught which curtailed the garlic harvest. I have to get new seed garlic now.
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