Oct. 19th, 2020

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Saturday, we were having a really nice day. After the kid's nap we went up to the orchard to get a couple of pumpkins, because he's been learning about jack-o-lanterns and wouldn't let it go, and on the way home we stopped at the local park because there was a promotion from the new Lego store at the mall (how they're opening new stores at malls right now I have no idea, but) where they were giving kids free Legos.

Got home and almost immediately a migraine set in.And then a couple of days of related symptoms. )

This morning I remembered that Friday, that is, three days ago, was the anniversary of the day my mom texted to tell us the oncologist had said we'd better come home; eight years ago Saturday was the day my dad entered hospice care.

It's impressive to me that I so often have these ~issues~ even when I'm not aware - not consciously, I mean, at the forefront of my mind - of the calendar. Oof.
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Lately I've been having a lot of dreams about moving - not of my current family moving out of our current house, but dreams where what's happening is I'm packing to move to or from one or another house or apartment. Happened two or three times in the past week, which I thought was interesting, especially because my usual recurring dream theme is about traveling somewhere and getting lost or thwarted by the roads or transit or what have you.

Then Saturday night I dreamed at least two people I know in real life (one who is married with a kid, though in the dream she was apparently divorced with no kid; the other who is single) were unexpectedly pregnant and scared that their families would kick them out (NB I don't know either of these individuals' families at all, but I have no reason to suspect they'd be turned out in the cold if they became pregnant and needed to go home to their parents for that reason), and I was talking to Himself about allowing either or both of them to stay with us for a while.

I didn't dream at all last night, because I was sleeping the sleep of the sedated.

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