A little more dreamin'

What to add today? well. while I am telling stories on myself, I will have to add that while he was bent and studiously doing battle with the much handled record album and the recalcitrant pen (I can spell that, but couldn't say it to save my life!) , I fought and won a battle with the impulse to touch his silky fine hair- just a carress- it would have been sooooo beautiful, but might have been misunderstood as something different from the simple greedy adoration it was. So, I did not touch, even "accidentally". and I still wonder, now and then... But, I am MOSTLY glad I didn't.
I am going to have lunch with my friend today, and I have not got too much to tell him. I am his source for information-like a daily Gazette- what is interesting on the web, who we are at war with today, what the idiot in the Oval Office said... Today, I have been exploring, and not collecting much of note to bring to him. What he brings to me is infinitely more precious. Like this magic box, he brings me connection, the feeling that despite everything, I am heard.
All of you who take the time to drop me a line, please know that you are appreciated! I feel like I am throwing out messages in a botle, and when someone bothers to tell me they have heard me... Well. you make it all much easier to bear!

I spent a pleasant lunch hour the other day with my friend Michael. He is a gentleman I met in the dayroom who can and does converse lucidly, even witily in English. One has only to look around this place to appreciate what a find he is!

I was telling him that I have, for 30+ years been a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. I am a Herald, responsible for matters of protocol, making announcements, and working out representative symbols with members- these are called devices, and decorate clothing, sheilds and items of clothing worn by members of this international Medieval Recreationist society. I explained my role to michael by saying that. not only did heralds say dumb things sometimes, they said them really LOUD! I remembered announcing a long, tedious introduction to some visiting VIP's . "Lord Such-n-Such of How's- Your =Father, and Lady Whosis...." It was hot, muggy, and no one was really listening. I made it through a long list of names, occaisonally stirring a little ripple of laughter when I mis-pronouced or mangled someone's name. (Hey, I was a rookie) One of the Ladies sailed by me dressed as a nun - "Sister Bernadette, " I announced in my biggest voice- the next lady did not offer a name . but an occupation. "and HER midwife" . A ripple of laughter became a roar- a very red faced herald disappeared toute suite!

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  I have one last article, which I hope will spark a discussion- what is the stupidest thing you have ever done with your clothes on? I had hard time choosing This question occurred to me while I was doing an Occupational Therapy exercise which involved standing up, taking clothespins from a box, adding them, one by one to a yardstick with alternating hands - to increase balance and muscle control. It is plenty stupid- but not a patch on the prise winner. The stupidest thing I ever did with my clothes on was taking a ride with a stranger one stormy night in Chicago. I was drenched, he was creepy. Stupidity. I got into the car and was not even surprised when he sailed past my turn off. "You're not in a hurry, are you?" he asked. Quick to inform him that I was :




• ln a BIG hurry




• NOT interested




• Prepared to jump out of the car and make my complaint heard in Municipal Court .

I was only wet and not dead or worse when he drove away.

See, I told you I was lucky! So, do, tell what's the stupidest thing You've done with your clothes on?