fly by day

Lest you think living on the ocean is quiet and peaceful, here’s today high decibel nightmare (after they finished re-paving the whole street for some inexplicable reason): cutting down and shredding all the trees across the street. Weeks after the biggest one fell onto my car and did a good amount of damage, which the town denied responsibility for, citing that *noone else* had let them know there was anything wrong with the tree. So now my car has more…”character”? Ok, yeah, we’ll go with that. Wee. View Larger

Lest you think living on the ocean is quiet and peaceful, here’s today high decibel nightmare (after they finished re-paving the whole street for some inexplicable reason): cutting down and shredding all the trees across the street. Weeks after the biggest one fell onto my car and did a good amount of damage, which the town denied responsibility for, citing that *noone else* had let them know there was anything wrong with the tree. So now my car has more…”character”? Ok, yeah, we’ll go with that. Wee.


sending the clowns

DREAM:

I am taking a voice lesson. I am very nervous. I go into a beautiful room in a school and it’s clear they’ve given (the teacher) the very nicest room because of his status. He’s just starting there or is a guest instructor. He’s tall, thin, distant, arrogant. He is in a suit. The room is cluttered. I’m wearing high heels and feel VERY tall. He doesn’t start with exercises or ask me anything about my background. He asks me if I know some classical piece. I say I don’t and he sings a bit of it. I say I recognize it but don’t know it. He seems disappointed. At some point he takes out and slowly puts on a long, royal purple cape, completely unironically. Now he’s wearing a cape. He starts playing “Send In The Clowns” and I tell him I know that. I start singing it but it’s labored, having a hard time getting through it, only moments where I feel it sounds ok. I’m looking for some glimmer of acknowledgement from him, but get none. I also get no instruction.


moon leap

DREAM:

I have moved to an apartment in NYC. It’s a weird building that’s divided into odd sections. I am moving in and I run into a ragtag group of other tenants, hanging out in some common area. One guy has a towel and a bathing suit (maybe? he might also be naked) and looks to be heading out for a swim. We talk for a little while and then they do some sort of meditative exercise around me. I am wearing ballet slippers that keep squeaking. Then, bathing suit guy says, “so Amy, you’re sort of grumpy, right?” And I’ve known him all of a few minutes and haven’t been in any way grumpy (but I feel like people see that no matter how I act or appear). I try to skirt the question and ask if he’s going swimming. He says there’s a pool in the building and he’ll show me where it is. We start heading there and he gets a call, on a land line, in another common area, and I’m waiting for a while and then he says the call’s going to take a while and he can show me the pool later.

I head out into the neighborhood and it’s very colorful and vibrant, somewhat gritty. It’s like Mardi Gras out there. Street performers. Cool stores. I’m thinking this may be the next up and coming neighborhood and I’ve found a gem. Later, it’s nighttime and I’m running, barefoot, and it’s effortless. In fact, I can leap, as if I’m on the moon. Noone thinks it’s strange.