Storm

[vaneramos]

Aster


I was fortunate to photograph autumn's final sunlight beside the river yesterday. Transparent ice along the edge foretold colder weather. A brown creeper accompanied two foraging hairy woodpeckers along uplifted limbs of an elm.

Two hours later winter arrived. Our first storm is still underway. Some photos would be nice, but I keep staring out windows like a thwarted cat.

I had to go into the office for 90 minutes, so the car got cleared off once. I had double booked myself again: asked Sylvie last night whether she wanted to go grocery shopping on Thursday as we habitually do. At bedtime I remembered my conflicting work commitment.

I woke up fretting about my canary that died four years ago, believing it had starved to death. Not until fully awake did I remember otherwise. My brain is adapting strangely to new activities, fluttering like laundry against a turbulent sky. I need to pull all my sanity skills into play.

Barbara Campbell asked me to write another instalment for 1001 Nights Cast. It will be broadcast at 3:46 a.m. EST tomorrow (19:46 Sydney time).

After I finish writing it, I'll go visit mathan, scottybear and bigfootcub for the evening, weather permitting.

Comments

[djjo.livejournal.com]

Yay on another story in 1001 Nights. Hugs and have a good evening with the boys. It's only lightly snowing at work, and we even have some sun coming in.

I'm off soon to Romni's and then to the 18men opening at Come as you Are.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I hope the snow doesn't get any worse there. The roads are pretty nasty here. I'm not sure whether I'll go out or not.

Have fun at the opening. Wish I could be there!

[bitterlawngnome.livejournal.com]

Apparently it was a worrying night last night ... I dreamed I was in psych hospital / jail and coughed up a kidney.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Yarg. I vaguely remember a dream involved bleeding birds. I kept rolling over and going back to sleep and would wake up worrying about something else, but can't remember any of the other things, only the canary.

[bearfinch.livejournal.com]

I often have dreams like that where I wake up remembering something that actually didn't happen. It's kind of like deja-vu in the opposite direction.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Sometimes in the course of the day I'll discover something hadn't happened that I believed had happened. For example something I thought I'd broken turns out not to be broken. I attribute these minor misconceptions to forgotten dreams.