I had an earlier alarm set for this morning. I figured if I was going to do my exercises and walk, I should get up a bit earlier. I wasted some of that time going to the bathroom though, and even taking my exercises slow and steady I started to feel a bit lightheaded. I decided to cancel the morning walk after I ate breakfast. And then I showered, which is totally the wrong order of morning operations.
Got some good work done today. A couple of training meetings, but no ‘meeting’ meetings. So that was nice. A headache started to come on in the afternoon, which might be from the new shoulder exercises that I’m doing or might be from my period being about to start. It’s due any day now.
After work, I put up the laundry that I’d left in the dryer since yesterday. I decided I didn’t want to leave it in there another night, and I could afford to wait a bit to go to the crab feed. The doors opened at 5, but the food line didn’t start until 6. So I got that done before I left.
I saw a couple people from choir at the feed, and I chatted with my neighbor up the hill a bit who was on door security, making sure people didn’t sneak in. Then I found a place to sit at a table that just had one woman at it. We got to chatting, and her son joined us when the line started up.
Overall, they were good dinner companions. The other seats at our round table filled up a bit later, and those two couples were also good company. One of my other neighbors did the live auctioneering, and he was quite good at it. I ate four crab halves, a little coleslaw, a piece of garlic bread, and a piece of chocolate cake. I like to say that I ate one crab for me and one for Ambrose. The last two years, I’ve tried eating the crab with butter, but I just don’t like it. I like a citrus, so this year I brought some of my own lime salt and that was great. I didn’t eat it with every piece of crab, but it added a nice zing when I did use it.
I didn’t have any dreams that I remembered last night. I didn’t expect to have a repeat of the dream with Ambrose, not the night right after. I do expect it to happen again though. It will happen again. I won’t need to wait another quarter century for my next lucid dream. Maybe the bellyful of crab will bring good dreams.
I’m planning on a hike tomorrow. Back up Brownlee as far as I can go with how the snow has melted over the last week. Then I’ll either shop when I get home or plan on shopping Sunday. I think shopping Saturday will be better so I can plan on doing my ox tail stew on Sunday. I can improvise a one night dinner for Saturday.
I’ll try to get some Snowslide Lake writing done. My brain is resisting it, and I just need to ignore my brain and finish the work. I talked about how I ended up in my technical position without a technical degree with my new friends from dinner, and it reminded me how motivated I used to be about my job. How focused and self directed. I still get flashes of that, but it’s like I’m still recovering myself. I’m not where or who I once was. And I’ll get back to something similar, but I won’t be the same.
Like I said to my neighbor, nothing is like it was forty years ago.
I hope this headache goes away overnight, or, failing that, at least lets me fall asleep.
