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Happy Freedom Day and all that, my cronies!

I’ve been dealing with a lot of random server problems so far today… but I’m doing it in style in my special red, white, and blue outfit — brand new just for today, yay!

Later, the honey and I will be off to watch a parade in Claremont, and then back halfway across the state to Marina Del Rey for the fireworks fun at Margo’s apartment. Whee.

Have fun and be safe, my lovelies!

in a lovely moment
spinning around laughable characters
and dreaming of the first sunshine day in north dakota.

Odd Dream.

I was wearing a red and white striped outfit, sorta tight with shorts over the top. The shirt had horizontal stripes and the pants vertical. I was carrying a big bright yellow duffel bag. I was going to the gym, but I didn’t know exactly where it was. I started out in a big building with lots of rooms, and one of the doors led to a big open field/park with lots of people milling around. I recognized one of them and asked where the gym was. He pointed to a building right in front of me. I’m not sure how I had missed it. It had a bid sign that said, “The Gym”. I walked through it in my strange outfit and ended up outside the back, where I found my meeting. I had apparently been invited to play tennis with Mr. Big from Sex and the City and some of his rich buddies. I left my duffel bag outside and went into the court and played very badly. At one point, when I was about to serve for the first time, they decided to end the game there.

A little miffed, I followed them out of the tennis court and over to a blanket on the ground I thought they had gone to. I came up to the blanket and one of the four was sitting on it. A steady stream of people, 3 or 4 wide, was walking across the near side of the blanket, blocking my way. I said something like, “I didn’t realize I had stumbled onto a freeway”, or something. Sorta funny, but not really.

Eventually, I was able to jump into the crowd and disrupt the flow of people walking across. Suddenly, there were people walking in all different directions and I lost sight of the one person I recognized, so I decided to just go home.

I started heading back the way I had come and made it a little ways before I realized I had left my bag (with a bunch of stuff!) back at the tennis courts. I was wandering around in the old building I had passed through on my way to the gym. I turned around to try to find my way back to the gym, but everywhere I turned was a new room or a room I had already been in and none of the doors led back to the open field/park. I kept finding rooms set up with lots of chairs for a meeting or presentation or something. Old black and white movies were playing on projectors in some of them. At first, nobody was watching, but as I wandered around in circles longer, more and more people were in each room.

Some of the parts of the building were decorated in elaborate, bright flourescent paint with pictures of flowers and cartoon characters and other ravey stuff. Other parts were dark offices. I also kept passing an electrician working in a closet with a small light. That might explain why it was so dark in some areas.

Eventually, I made my way to what looked like a studio where a band might record an album. The floors were wood and the walls looked sound-absorbent. There were several studio rooms, but still none of them led back to the gym. One of the rooms had some old recording equipment and some of the people in the room with me were very interested in it.

I was frantic wondering where my duffel bag was still, but I had realized that I did indeed have my wallet with me so it wasn’t as big of a deal as it could have been. I also eventually did find myself back in the park/field and all the people were gone and the lights were out. I wandered through the gym, but didn’t find my bag there…

Then I woke up.

I have been away lately. I am still thinking about you. Not to worry.

Try this:
The Periodic Table of Haiku

I get real unsociable when I don’t eat for too long. I wonder if I have unstable blood sugar levels or something. As long as I eat regularly, I’m ok, but if I skip a meal for longer than 3 or 4 hours, I start to get really grumpy.