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No posts, no ghosts. Empty spaces for the past few days. Been somewhat busy dancing, walking the beach, obsessing over my diet/GI tract, thinking about life, wondering what it is I'm going to do with mine, trying to discover what it's going to take to get me motivated once again, reading (a lot--Grisham, Oates, Divakaruni, and more), listening to NPR, going to the chiro, going to dance class, ruminating, walking (some), starting to look for a new place (mit kitchen), wondering, thinking about expenses and how I'm going to make things work out, doing my arm lifts, eating/drinking kefir and acai plus other nutrients/supplements, starting to feel better in some ways, lost, and contemplating doing some volunteer work. Other than that, I've also slept, dreamed, rested, paid my bills, and performed numerous other random acts of blindness.

So I return here. To the place where I've come back to so many times. I listened to the US Poet Laureate on NPR, paid some attention to the death of the pope and Scaivo (sp?), thought about making my living will and directive (die-rective), and other miscellaneous mutterings.

I've occasionally reminded myself of starting to write in my story blog--to begin the process of writing dream tales. The reminders didn't prompt me to really do anything except feel guilty for not doing anything. Twisty roads I weave as I practice my own peeves.

The USPL talked about his bout with throat cancer (similar to B's battles) and how he wrote over 100 poems, one each day, during the heart of the illness and treatments.

Enough of this putrid pre-ramble. I did dream last night (and on the others as well, although previous night's dreams are less intact right now). But, on Sat night, I apparently dreamed that I had met W. L said I spoke out in the night as if I'd met her and greeted her. I don't recall that dream at all. I did dream, that night, a somewhat vivid dream that I now can't recall. I also remember waking up in the night a couple of times with physical movements associated with the dreams.

Last night, I dreamed that I was touring a very large hotel. I was going to be responsible for doing a thorough cleanup/repair/put in order of every room in the place. The hotel was enormous. It had two wings and multiple floors, each with dozens of rooms. A manager was conducting the walkthrough and showing what needed to be done. I was estimating that I would need two people to help, and that we'd be able to clean/clear a floor per wing each day. It seemed that the whole job would take several weeks.

There was a master control in the building that would let me unlock all of the room doors on a wing so we could freely access the units. I was somewhat concerned about security and how we would control access to the open rooms during our time on a wing. I was working out some details regarding having the elevators not stop on the floors we were servicing, etc. Also, we had to plan on moving some tenants out and back in as the work progressed.

In the lobby, I noticed that a room on the second level had already had some work done to it. It was a room that was like an open workout room with a window that looked down into the lobby. I could see where cabling and other services had been stripped from the room and the contents of the room had been moved. I surmised that the room and its contents had been moved to a location in the other tower.

I was a little concerned with the scope of the project, but felt that it was doable.
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Just took a sidetrack journey onto Craig's list to check out housing options. Looks like there are some and more coming as we close in on summer break. Will not start looking in earnest until next week when final rent payment is made.

Skipped Feldenkrais class this morning. Have to run out to pickup a dance card from the rec center, grab a bite and eventually head for chiro world. May return here for a postscript, and may not. Who can tell? Who rings the bell? I don't know. And, I won't tell.