Dreams. Dwain hopping on a sled in the snow, racing around a curve, narrowly avoiding a car, just to replace a light bulb.
It made me think of physical courage.
I am feeling at odds again. If I flip through this journal I will find many similar statements. My life is full of oddness. Or at least, the feeling.
My jeans are in the dryer. I am glad to have a washer, love it love it, and find that clothes are more "softened" by the use of liquid fabric softener than by the sheets, so I am happy to have the dispenser. Small things. I often wonder about so much of the world that does not even have such choices. And I am glad that my happiness does not depend on these choices.
I cleaned off the kitchen table and printed out the first assignment for another writing class. I am going to give it a go, see where I get. I may then sign up for the class, late. We'll see.
something is always putting me someplace else. It's as if I can't do it without being forced.
I went for a walk downtown. On the way there I felt dizzy, lightheaded, as I do sometimes. I felt I needed to eat something, even though I was hardly starving. I had some coffee and chocolate, and then later peanuts and cappuccino, and walked back. Most of the way back I felt pretty normal but felt tired, wanted to sit down more than I usually do. Maybe the wind made a difference. It is very strong every way I walk.
I think I want to be rescued. I look around me at the piles of papers, the sorting I should be doing, and I have this odd feeling in the back of my mind that there is some answer out there, beyond myself.