Woke at 5 with a cat whispering, “You want to get up and feed the cats,” in my ear. I did so but decided I was attempting more sleep. Returning to bed, I reviewed a dream and planned my day. The lawn required mowing and trimming, actions I’d planned yesterday. But my wife and I were going grocery shopping first. Took her a while to get ready to go. By the time we returned, it was 3:30 and 95 degrees. I wasn’t cutting the grass in that.
So this morning, I would get up, have coffee and breakfast, mow the grass, then clean up and go write. It worked as planned, and I’m very pleased, as my yard looks great. It’s a tiny fleeting thing but I take my pleasure where I can.
The yard work let me write in my head and think about my dream. I’d had three story ideas pop into my head yesterday and was contemplating how they could be developed. I also reviewed my review of “Peerless”, the novel from 2004 I was resurrecting, dusting off, revising and editing. I’m pleased by how it’s written as far as style but surprised by some of my story telling. In the middle of one scene, I just jumped point of view. Guess I was being clever. I pondered that today and decided the shift should just be deleted. It didn’t add to the story. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote it.
The dream bemused me. I was at work but with no one I recognize from my life. I was angry. They were angry. They didn’t want to discuss my point of view and issues, and that made me angry. The manager, a woman, took me and several others for a ride in a car. The others tried to allude to what bothered me. The manager made light of it, pretending it’s just a difference of opinion. Then, oddity. They’re going on to somewhere else. She stops and lets them out and tells them, “Michael isn’t coming with us. I’m taking him to his hotel.” She drove me down into a parking garage and stopped. I exited the car. She made a comment. I don’t know what the comment was but remember that feeling morose and philosophical, I smiled and said, “Good-bye Captain,” then went on, “I mean, Major.” Grinning, she made a joke about that. Smiling, I waved good-bye and walked away and she drove off. The ride is over, I thought.
But even as I finished thinking that, something else immediately happened. I suddenly seemed to have another opportunity and I was excited and happy. Details completely escape me but I awoke thinking, the ride might be over but something else is coming along.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com