I have terrible pain in my neck and shoulders, holding my head in the correct position. Also, into a position where I can sleep in my head tilt of the way it supposed to be.
Lots of offers to come by and keep me company, but I’m not really into that. With my head in this position, I feel underwater.
But I’m eating well, dear friend from high school brought me ice cream the other day. Did I blog about that already? I can’t remember.
My dreams, what dreams I have are very strange. In one, the cat got out. Okay, that’s not strange at all. In another, I had to put this blue goo on my shoulders and chest to get home safely.
Other people’s dreams are boring.
Ten years ago I had a new laptop and was playing with various video features. I chose to document our trip to Maine, making one video a day.
It’s hard to describe a place that is so familiar, and yet not really your own. It’s about the setting, of course. It’s perfect. The cabin we stay in, it’s set back from the others, affording more privacy, but it has this excellent view of the water. And it’s best when every room is occupied because it’s full of family and friends.
I’m still not used to my grandparents no longer being there. I’ll never be used to my own parents never being there again. But it’s the vivid memory of them that makes it a joyful place to return to.
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