FrozenSeas of Celeste
Jan. 5th, 2021 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoIn last night's dreamapalooza, I attended a cocktail party at the home of some fancy person who lived in New York City. Their apartment was tiny and crowded, and by the time I arrived, the greedy rich people crowding the place had gobbled up all the food and left the kitchen a horrendous mess of dirty plates and scraps. I concluded that even if this is what important people did, I didn't want to live like that. I felt as if I should try to clean things up a little, but I couldn't figure out how to use the sink. I met two people who were actually interesting. One was a young woman who was planning to ride her motorcycle to Chicago, where there was a huge Harley-Davidson emporium. She wanted to buy some special parts with stainless steel plating. The other one was a half-elf who went by the name of Bill the Elf. He was one of those urban elves you read about in books, the kind who are very hip and wear black leather jackets. He was carrying his child in a baby sling. The child was named--what else?--Billy the Elf. Bill advised it would be best to just leave, and not try to do the dishes. I decided to take his advice.
The plow came back last night, but there wasn't enough snow left to seriously plow me in. Freezing drizzle coated my car entirely with ice. My therapist called and suggested I could come a couple of hours later, because it was icy out. I was happy to accommodate her. I arrived early and waited in the car, then went around to the back deck where she usually lets me in, only to get a text saying I should enter through the garage. I returned to the garage and she let me in that way, but it clearly was very hard for her to get up and down the stairs. At the end of the appointment, I told her I'd go out via the deck. I had my boots on and would not fall down. Obviously she is worried that someone will break a leg on the ice and she'll get sued. I was worried that she would fall down in her garage and break something! Working from home has its difficulties for everyone.
The Sparrowhawk's brother Fritz called yesterday, just to say hi. He also had some surprising news: he had Covid-19 over Thanksgiving. He was sick for two or three weeks, but it never got bad enough to go to the hospital, and he's okay now. He probably caught it at school after being ordered back to in-person teaching. In other news, my story is at 10 percent of completion.
The plow came back last night, but there wasn't enough snow left to seriously plow me in. Freezing drizzle coated my car entirely with ice. My therapist called and suggested I could come a couple of hours later, because it was icy out. I was happy to accommodate her. I arrived early and waited in the car, then went around to the back deck where she usually lets me in, only to get a text saying I should enter through the garage. I returned to the garage and she let me in that way, but it clearly was very hard for her to get up and down the stairs. At the end of the appointment, I told her I'd go out via the deck. I had my boots on and would not fall down. Obviously she is worried that someone will break a leg on the ice and she'll get sued. I was worried that she would fall down in her garage and break something! Working from home has its difficulties for everyone.
The Sparrowhawk's brother Fritz called yesterday, just to say hi. He also had some surprising news: he had Covid-19 over Thanksgiving. He was sick for two or three weeks, but it never got bad enough to go to the hospital, and he's okay now. He probably caught it at school after being ordered back to in-person teaching. In other news, my story is at 10 percent of completion.
sweet cheeses, your dreams...
Date: 2021-01-06 07:57 am (UTC)i too assign percentages of completeness to tasks. i find it soothing.