Taking out the trash
You ever have one of those discordant days where everything is a nonsequitor? I started with the belief that I would create my day – and then N and Renny, L and the boys, and me and Arlene took our walk and the conversation turned to gender studies of the dating ritual and what women supposedly want – the lightning bolt – and L discredited this as pure adolescence and N and I defended it as the only catalyst to begin love – and then back to speak to media sources about the changing landscape – the dying one and the advent of the new digital world – restlessness – then a conversation with the vet about Arlene – she can’t exert herself but she can take her walks – she might be hypoglycemic – then my doctor calling and wanting me to come in to check me out – followed a sudden downpour of rain and a race to close all the windows – then suddenly a foggy memory of a strange dream last night that has no waking correlation – and then a clear memory of loss – restlessness – and then launch a new report – and finally go to the gym to work out and work through the stretched tendon – to run into a familiar face – A – who is dancing in a burlesque show in the Quarter and wants me to come see her – and then to return movies and rent Crash – this got best picture? – a sad commentary on whoever judged that award – a dinner of popcorn – a long cuddle with the Bean – a feeling lingering in the air that things are not right and I don’t know when they are going to be – take out the trash and take the Bean down to pee – an almost full moon if not full – restlessness – a tarot reading for the hell of it – The Seven of Cups intrigues: A man ponders seven Cups appearing out of the air in front of him. He is perhaps overwhelmed by his choices: his ideal mate, a serpent of temptation, a dragon of power, a castle, jewels, victory (and the skull beneath it), or perhaps his own divinity waiting to be unveiled. The Seven of Cups is about castles in the air. There is an indication of an imagination that has been working too hard, and has created confusion. Resources are scattered, and decision must be made as to which goal to focus on. Be thankful for what you have and know that you will put things together in your mind and reach a resolution – a quick call to S who was sitting at a bar waiting on a friend – and now to unwind with Updike and a short story collection about a rough divorce – and Ambien to help me make it through the night.
I did not create this day. Or did I?