I’ve been in Ithaca NY since Friday, working at the kayak shop, and the whole dead computer thing crossed with 10 hours carrying around boats and trying to explain a climbing paddle angle to Cornell students fresh off the boat has put a hefty damper on my blogging. But just like last time, it’s been great for my psyche to get out of the city. I’m headed down to Philadelphia tomorrow or Wednesday by the latest– I don’t think I’ve been there since spring break last semester, which seems much too long. Lucky for me Kards Unlimited doesn’t need me to start until the 13th, so I have a mini-vacation, although my work level this summer has not been something that truly requires a vacation.
The recent spat of strange dreams that have been hounding me the last couple weeks and keeping me from getting a good nights sleep continued last night. In my dream, I was pregnant. For some reason I could feel the zygote inside me, in the region of my solar plexus, like a tightness or near-nausea. There wasn’t too much in terms of action in the dream, but there was an intense emotional weight; it was an accidental pregnancy, and I was painfully nervous and excited. I definitely planned to keep it. And then at the end of the dream, after all the emotion, I vomited the zygote out of me into a trash can, where it looked like a discarded garbanzo bean. It was a surprisingly painful dream. I’ve heard of girls having pregnancy dreams before, but I’d love to know if any other guys have had that.
I’m at the shop right now, actually, but it’s pouring rain and I haven’t seen a customer since I got here. I should probably be doing something useful like vacuuming or inventory. So far most of the day has been staring out from the garage door into the rain, watching it drip off the trees into the Inlet and coming up with overblown image phrases to describe it while I half fell asleep. Other than July, it’s been raining up here almost every weekend, and the business has taken a hit. Nothing it can’t come back from, but that’s the nature of weather-dependent seasonal business.
I’m going to go back to watching the rain and thinking about how sore my feet got this weekend.