December 2003
12 posts
There is a spectre that roams my town.
The first time I encountered The Engineer, it was a blistering summer day about six years ago. I was driving down by the old train trestle, where the cement arches leading beneath are often used as backdrops for photo shoots. Every day the trains rumble on overhead, and I rarely glance at people using the covered sidewalk to go beneath. Rarely, that...
I had yet another grandiose “Aimee” dream last night. A small portion of it went like this:
I was swimming in deep clear water with Beth, and my boss’s wife and good friend Kristen. We were bobbing along - somewhat distraught as we gazed out across the large expanse of water to find that industrial plants had been built along the shore. Long docks protruded into the middle...
So I went to work this morning, but only for a couple of hours. After checking my work email, and making sure there were no immediate fires to douse, I scooted out the door and called today an official addendum to Wednesday and Thursday’s holiday status.
Hubby had the whole week off, and since his plans for the day fell through - he was pleased to see me bounding through the door around...
We ventured out today with a vauge plan established. We had to drop by my office to pick up my revised paycheck (they’d accidently made it out with my friend’s business name at the top…so when I tried to pass that off at the bank, they just snickered at me and told me to come back when I could get my name straight), and then after that we’d come to a tentative decision to...
Here’s a little glimpse into my village - a webcam from atop the Vale Middle School in Cashmere, where I live. Not much to see except swirls of fog and snow…but still, it’s home! A pleasant wintry scene.
The Cashmere Webcam
Once you get to that page, look to the left, and there are other selections for Webcams. The Leavenworth webcams are also very near where I live!
On the ride into work:
Hubby: {singing} Just like the wild wind blows…….
Me: {pausing, recognizing the melody…} what song are you singing?
Hubby: You know, that one Stevie Nicks sings….
Me: {another pause} You mean…. {singing} Just like the white wing dove…sings a song…sounds like she’s singin’…
Hubby: {glancing at me} I...
The first vinyl LP I ever had that wasn’t a Disney story… was Tommy James and the Shondells - Mony Mony. It had a yellow and orange checkerboard label in the middle that would blur like sherbert when the record was spinning at 33. I would play it on an old portable record player, about the same size as my old twin bed it seemed. It was a hard plastic contraption that you opened up...
The true pleasures of childhood were:
Climbing out of the chlorine rich swimming pool, shrivelled like a California raisin, only to plaster one’s body on the cement sidewalk…scorched from the mid day sun. From ground level, one could watch the ants detour around the unexpected drops of water.
Grocery stores hadn’t implented the ‘no shirt/no shoes/no service’...
Here is something I think I need to put on my ‘to do’ list before I die:
Champagne Glass
Thursday morning, and I’m dreaming of my latte. For the first night in weeks - I slept so good. I don’t even think I moved at all once I got all curled up in bed. I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in, with no memory of tossing and turning, and glancing at the clock every hour. I’m sure hubby appreciated it too. I actually feel RESTED this morning! I must remember...
A new song of the day which suits my mood today. Blogging seems so hard when I have so many thoughts in my head…none of which seem to want to leap from my fingers to the keyboard. It snowed all day today….but I didn’t go see Dad. I couldn’t handle it… I feel fragile. I’ve been very strong to this point, but had to steal up my reserves tonight. My nerves...
A whole week of time has flown by, and all I can remember about it is a blur of work, hospital, and sleep.
I am sorry to say that things are not looking as good as originally thought for my father. The doctor now has retracted any ‘long term diagnosis’, saying that there simply isn’t one to be had. We have spent the past few days easing my father into the idea of going into a...