So today, the old schedule, a cherished day off.
I have many of these, I'm bailing on the system, I have other priorities.
This morning, I awake too early, dreams, bad dreams. Always that I'm at the restaurant, yes-sir-no-sir-three-bags-full sir, trying to do things, forgetting things, interacting with customers. Only I'm not so asleep that I can't recognize that I'm dreaming and can't I dream of something better, more profitable, anything but this...
I don't have much luck. Semi-lucidity then back into the same shit. Less dreams, not quite nightmares, but the world is a bigger place...
And then there is the one where I'm looking through my wallet, I've raided my float for groceries, and I'm turning over $5 bills and discovering that in the dim light of the restaurant I misread them, they're $50 bills, and I have a few, I'm richer than I think...
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This morning, after I get up, restive and not sleeping due to shit restaurant dreams, off for coffee. Then groceries, a few I need, then home, drop them off, peanuts for the crows I'm not feeding, they've been beseeching me, following me down Baker, a few other things. Home, drop them off, a brief stab at a nap, catch up on the world via the news and Facebook, all of it BS, but I'm trying. Then to the library, blog, write a bit, study Lidar a bit, I've got some prospecting plans, questions, stop and grab a double deluxe and poutine, home for a nap, and then off again to Balfour to scour for arrowheads. Nada, a few flakes, I have plenty already...
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Home, I should make dinner but lunch has filled me plenty. The light has gone and I'm not terribly inspired to paint, or - the light being gone and the interior lights not so good I'm not going to bother. Tomorrow. I've been painting more, not better, just more, and sometimes that has to be enough.
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The boy, on a phone call yesterday, has promised to transplant all my remaining shit from my locker in Calgary to here. Yayyy. There's no room, but I'm excited (as always) at what I might discover. This next week and since there's no room here I'll need to find another locker, and make an appointment with the antique shop to take the rest.
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And, having abandoned trying to paint, write, I'm now watching "Waking Life". So far, so good, a tonic for my soul. I'll review when I've finished...
I wonder that I haven't seen it before. Or maybe I have...