July 8, 2013

A Hot, Humid, Hope-Deficient Day ...

I am always grateful to wake up from one of my parallel world dreams.

A) Because travelling like that is just very cool.
B) Because getting lost in the space between worlds would suck.
C) Because sometimes I get material for my poetry.

Today I will add D) Because it was by far the most interesting thing that happened on this hot, humid, hope-deficient summer day.

Sweet christ on a comet, I dragged and dragged and dragged today. I am not one who suffers from boredom. There is far too much to do and see and learn and be. Yet there I was, around 2pm, forlornly wondering how I was going to fill the 10 or so hours until bed. I had zero energy, and the chance for happiness and / or inspiration was in short supply.

Parallel worlds are great, but sometimes returning to this one is a letdown.

E was feeling similar things downstairs, while trying to wrap up her first draft before starting school tomorrow. So we got dressed, went out for a short ride, just to get the molecules moving, came home & watched The Doctor, then in a perverse fit of pique, went to Avon at the tail end of the holiday weekend. There were still too many Muggles, even at 830pm, but even so, it was beautiful ...




We lingered in Happy Cove for a bit, walked along the shoreline and got wetter than we'd planned, walked along the boardwalk and were glad to finally see the signature Avon lights lit for the first time, then drove home lazily. We watched yet another episode of The Doctor, and now here I am, ready to fall asleep again.

And you can't stop me.
Wake me after Labor Day.
Good night.

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