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Sequence leading to becoming a protozoan

October 12, 2007

In my dream last night I was sitting up but couldn’t feel my body. I thought I must have become a seahorse. Someone was reading a proclamation: I was appointed to lead a delegation of protozoa. I despaired that I could never be up to the task.

It’s no wonder I was so exhausted that I would dream of being a tired protozoan. Life goes on, Addison’s diagnosis and all.

By 3:00 yesterday afternoon, the four Polacks still hadn’t shown up. Undeterred, I determined to change the utility room light bulb myself. Yes! I moved the stepladder to the project site. I loosened the three (3) set-screws. I removed the glass globe, washed, and dried it, inside and out. I replaced the light bulb. I replaced the glass globe and secured it with the three (3) set-screws. I returned the stepladder to its place. Then I read four pages from John Piper’s Roots of Endurance and conked out.

Before that, I had been shopping at a small boutique food store that is pleasant and slow-paced. I got the few things that I could remember putting on the list that I forgot to bring and presented myself triumphantly at the check-out. The cashier, with whom I normally exchange friendly greetings, greeted me warmly, asking how I was. I was stressed: interaction is difficult for me right now, and I didn’t want to stand there hyperventilating over the two-syllable normative pleasantry, “fine, thanks.” I was trying to decide whether to say, “fatigued” or “tired,” so she wouldn’t escalate to what a nice day it was (it was raining, but that never matters here). But it came out, “Fired.” She looked a bit embarrassed and then smiled and said, “Well, you have a nice day.”

So today I am recovering from these overwhelming events and will soon be stressed and in my light mind–no, that’s dressed and in my right mind–and enjoying–yes–enjoying the new mercies of the day.

  1. Heidi permalink
    October 12, 2007 8:43 am

    “I thought I must have become a seahorse.” That is perfect. (I dreamed that I had children. I never dream that I have children and can’t help feeling that it’s a confirmation that I never will. But last night I dreamed I did. They were somebody else’s and I was the nanny.)

    Since you didn’t put in a nice little parenthesis with a numeral for how many pollacks and pages I got very confused and stumbled among the linguistic symbols for numerical significance.

    I hope you aren’t too fired today. How lovely to be dressed, though.

  2. October 12, 2007 8:49 am

    Fired seems to be a decent conflation of the two concepts. May the mercies of today be more pleasant.

  3. October 12, 2007 9:09 am

    Heidi, given the dreams we have, it’s a good thing the age of revelation through dreams is over.

    I’m sorry about the numerical confusion. The set-screws seemed so significant. I can’t tell righty-tighty from lefty-loosey looking up from underneath. Each seemed to go its own way.

    Vic, yes, I’m always abstracting beyond the normative two-syllable greeting. Then I become embarrassed and confused. But I didn’t hit her. Charlie Brown and the little red-haired girl proved an instructive dynamic in my early youth.

  4. October 12, 2007 8:54 pm

    I think it’s amazing how that you could be so easily worn out yet your heart remains triumphant. I am not talking about attitude, but the perseverance of heart that Christ walks with you.

    Get some stress, I mean rest!

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