1720dream, thinking

[evile]

 

 

 

Oct. 30, 2003

 

 

I woke up at 5 this a.m. but I didn't get up. I should have--I was
awake & refreshed at 5 but groggy & miserable when the alarm went off

I was dreaming about work--a big mess, putting together folders with
hand-written labels, putting tape around them, filing everything
away. Piles of paper everywhere. It was dark. We were closing up? My
work was done, most people were done, but we were waiting until the
end of the day to go home.

I went outside & found Vortex people rehearsing. (our building was 1
story, older, had ivy growing on it) Content Love and 2-3 others.
They were chanting something and CL was directing, too, I guess,
because she interrupted her chant to tell the other chanter that her
line "loss" and the other persons "despair" (?) should be said at the
same time.

They were in black bodysuits and medusa-type headdresses.

Woke up thinking about stuff.

X borrowed 4 books and only gave 3 back, very much later. Never
mentioned the fate of #1. (found it on Amazon.com and ordered it
today, BTW) [with 3 kids and countless dirty pets that pee and poo
everywhere, I am sure if she didn't give it back, there is a good,
disgusting reason for it, and I don't WANT it back]

X's cat broke one of my TEP glasses. It's not replacable, but she
did offer. It was specially made to commemorate the formal.

Sharjinka asked me to make her Jack Sparrow hair-thingies. I
asked via email if she wanted to just borrow, or wanted to buy them,
she never responded. Just took the stuff and ran.

Mike with HFS borrowed costume pattern and paper, never returned them.

Coworker offered to give me bus passes and then never did.

[Aunt L] said she was coming into some $$ as a result of retiring & that
she was going to give everyone some. Never did.

[sister H] said she was sending Halloween stuff, never did.

Left stuff in Greencastle in my cedar hope chest. Mom took it all out
and who knows where it is now. Photos, clothes (french club t shirts,
tulane ts hirts etc. that I was going to make into 'nostalgia quilt')

Ponder attachment to stuff. Trust/lack of trust in people. Why I keep
doing/giving to people who never give back. Ponder becoming a
smaller, colder, meaner person. Ponder why stuff matters. Or does it?
Stuff is mostly replaceable. Trust in people is not.