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Feb. 21st, 2009 03:58 pmI'm really getting tired of anxiety dreams. I've never had a run of them like this before. I went from dreaming about work two weeks ago to dreaming about plane crashes this week to dreaming about somebody coming into my apartment and making me throw most of my clothes and my ancient security blanket away last night.
It being sunny out today, and I needing to go run errands, I went to Coolidge Corner this morning and learned a couple of things. One is that I absolutely cannot buy beige bras; they look like somebody's grandmother's underwear (no offense to anybody's grandmothers). Then I decided to splurge, and went to Peet's for coffee and Brookline Booksmith for diversion, and then got annoyed at myself for standing on the corner dithering about it and marched across the street and made an appointment for a haircut. I've needed a haircut for months. I like the current length of it, but it looks better up than down because it lost its shape as it grew out.
After that I decided I didn't really want to go home yet, and I'd only been thinking about barbecue ribs off and on for a month or so, so I took the bus to Harvard Square to take another bus up to Blue Ribbon in Arlington, obtained ribs, and brought them home again on two buses and a train. The whole trip was made considerably less of a pain by my having bought The Wee Free Men at the bookstore, so I read that while waiting for (or on) various forms of transportation. And while I was waiting for the homeward bus in Harvard Square, I saw a pair of hawks having all sorts of fun in the sky over Harvard Yard. I have an odd superstition about hawks; usually if I see one when I'm worrying about something, whatever I'm worrying about works out. So hopefully the anxiety dreams are almost done with.
Upon getting home I discovered my credit card bill in the mail, which would have been annoying except for the serious wallop I gave the balance last month. Due to tax refunds, I can give it a serious wallop this month too.
Last night I went and picked up the case of cat food Trader Joe's had ordered for me, which (assuming my dream was wrong and the cans are not actually full of blackberries) will make the Hairy Beasts extremely happy. The crestfallen looks I got the other night when the can I opened turned out to contain chickpeas instead of cat food were quite something. I offered, but it seems chickpeas are on the Do Not Want list.
It being sunny out today, and I needing to go run errands, I went to Coolidge Corner this morning and learned a couple of things. One is that I absolutely cannot buy beige bras; they look like somebody's grandmother's underwear (no offense to anybody's grandmothers). Then I decided to splurge, and went to Peet's for coffee and Brookline Booksmith for diversion, and then got annoyed at myself for standing on the corner dithering about it and marched across the street and made an appointment for a haircut. I've needed a haircut for months. I like the current length of it, but it looks better up than down because it lost its shape as it grew out.
After that I decided I didn't really want to go home yet, and I'd only been thinking about barbecue ribs off and on for a month or so, so I took the bus to Harvard Square to take another bus up to Blue Ribbon in Arlington, obtained ribs, and brought them home again on two buses and a train. The whole trip was made considerably less of a pain by my having bought The Wee Free Men at the bookstore, so I read that while waiting for (or on) various forms of transportation. And while I was waiting for the homeward bus in Harvard Square, I saw a pair of hawks having all sorts of fun in the sky over Harvard Yard. I have an odd superstition about hawks; usually if I see one when I'm worrying about something, whatever I'm worrying about works out. So hopefully the anxiety dreams are almost done with.
Upon getting home I discovered my credit card bill in the mail, which would have been annoying except for the serious wallop I gave the balance last month. Due to tax refunds, I can give it a serious wallop this month too.
Last night I went and picked up the case of cat food Trader Joe's had ordered for me, which (assuming my dream was wrong and the cans are not actually full of blackberries) will make the Hairy Beasts extremely happy. The crestfallen looks I got the other night when the can I opened turned out to contain chickpeas instead of cat food were quite something. I offered, but it seems chickpeas are on the Do Not Want list.
