Susan Senator

Very disoriented this morning. Ned and I went to the Middle East and stayed pretty late because we really wanted to see the dancers, one of whom is a friend. I also wanted Ned to know everyone there because I go there so often.

Tired, can’t really wake up, bad dreams where I was trying to clean out Mom and Dad’s fridge, and it was full of very heavy old carrots and and yams and old water, and I made a huge mess getting them out, because the bag ripped. Then neither of them would hug me. D’oh! Hello, Dr. Freud??!

(Which reminds me, the other night I had a wonderful dream, where Ned tossed me in the air and I could do a double flip. Then he filmed it, and we looked at it and I thought my thighs were really fat and dimply. Then I looked again and I realized it was not true. I woke up so happy.

Rain, Nat pacing and worrying about our neighbor’s light. They seem to leave it on all day when it’s rainy, curse them! If I call and ask them to shut it — well, I can’t, I am too wimpy. It just seems too farfetched. I have no coyach today. Argh. So it’s just a pacing and obsessing day until the sun comes out. I sure know how he feels.

Hah! I just called them and left a message, explaining our predicament and begging them to shut their outdoor light. I’m such an enabler!!! No, I’m a Defender of Darkness. No, I’m just a big squooshy Mommy, as Ned would say. (But not that big and squooshy, right?)

This counts as a blog post, though very high on the Lame-o-meter. But at least I did one good thing today.