It's been generally a period of tranquility. I bike all I can, and experience the usual pleasures and irritations on my commute, quiet, exercise, occasional asshole who won't dim his brights, etc.
Vivid dreams occur regularly. I had one last night which triggered this entry: Was a hobbit living in a small hobbit village. I took a shine for one of the young women of the most prominent, powerful family in town. When a friend and I went to call at her house, security searched us for weapons, which we had in the form of clubs laced with razor wire.. (??? nonsense). Foiled in my attempt to meet her, I roamed the tree lined streets of the town. I woke up briefly here.
Things really got weird when I drifted off back to sleep. I actually picked up in the dream about where I left off. I had managed to rid myself of my weapons, and was allowed to meet up with the woman. The family's surname was Shane. So prominent and revered was this family in the town, that several dishes served in the local tavern were named after them ie "Botkiv Shane". I took her there.
It got weirder. The tv screen in the tavern switched from news or sports and started showing scenes of unused abandoned old toys, some of which I recognized as from my kids when they were little. A wave of sadness came over me. My dinner date became doll like and impassive, like a doll sitting ignored on a shelf for years. I began to cry in my dream. I awoke hyperventilating. When I cry in a dream, I stop breathing, and this wakes me up.
My love life prospers, back in my waking reality. Still have intense romance, sustained for 9 months and counting. Long may it last!
Financially, things are stable. Interesting highlight is a $1300 payment from ex wife's insurance from when she backed up into my car. The damage buffed out using DIY technique. Work is still vigorous, with occasional OT, and plenty of lifeguarding at my YMCA side hustle job.
My grip on Orthodox Christianity is growing tenuous. What the future holds here, I cannot accurately predict. I will take it week by week. With my busy schedule, I have been forcing out time for services and such.
I am seeing a counselor for any bumps in the road which may occur: fights with family mainly, in particular my dad's second spouse, who has badmouthed me to my kids behind my back, and how do deal with this and other things.
Overall, I am blessed. And thankful.
More later...
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