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Reset Thirty-Nine, Day Twenty-Four
Mar. 29th, 2022 05:04 amThe groceries are acquired! There is bread again, and there will be orange juice and donuts, and I won't run out of chocolate, and there are a few extras that happened to pop up at Grocery Outlet and will be nice additions to the next week or so's comestibles. It's good to have something out of the way, at least.
Monday afternoon brought a nap, for about three hours, and there was a dream, of which I recalled only a fragment in which two of my nephews, at about three or four years old, visited at the house I lived in when they were that age, but one of the nephews sported an inexplicable fragment of beard hanging from his chin. I have no idea what that was about, as I woke up just as I was greeting them.
Later in the evening the memory of the dream inspired me to make a Google street view visit to that old neighborhood, now much altered and without the house we lived in. There, in that partly gentrified faubourg, I discovered that the house of some of my childhood friends, which has now been greatly expanded, has become an Air B&B-type hostelry. I find this even more flabbergasting than the fact that the Pentecostal church up the other block has become a Vietnamese Buddhist temple. My drowned past has undergone a very strange sea change. But I did briefly fantasize about spending a night in ex-casa Frésquez (which I'm sure the current owners don't know it once was) just to have the experience of being in my old neighborhood again, and perhaps strolling in the large back yard while contemplating the strange mutations of life.
Much in need of sleep after so eventful a day. The rain is gone, and unlikely to return anytime soon. It is supposed to reach 77 degrees today, which is not an encouraging sign. It will top eighty on April Fool's Day, and the high will nudge ninety during the second week of the month. California is going to be up heat creek without a fan. I'm glad I got ice cream Monday.
Monday afternoon brought a nap, for about three hours, and there was a dream, of which I recalled only a fragment in which two of my nephews, at about three or four years old, visited at the house I lived in when they were that age, but one of the nephews sported an inexplicable fragment of beard hanging from his chin. I have no idea what that was about, as I woke up just as I was greeting them.
Later in the evening the memory of the dream inspired me to make a Google street view visit to that old neighborhood, now much altered and without the house we lived in. There, in that partly gentrified faubourg, I discovered that the house of some of my childhood friends, which has now been greatly expanded, has become an Air B&B-type hostelry. I find this even more flabbergasting than the fact that the Pentecostal church up the other block has become a Vietnamese Buddhist temple. My drowned past has undergone a very strange sea change. But I did briefly fantasize about spending a night in ex-casa Frésquez (which I'm sure the current owners don't know it once was) just to have the experience of being in my old neighborhood again, and perhaps strolling in the large back yard while contemplating the strange mutations of life.
Much in need of sleep after so eventful a day. The rain is gone, and unlikely to return anytime soon. It is supposed to reach 77 degrees today, which is not an encouraging sign. It will top eighty on April Fool's Day, and the high will nudge ninety during the second week of the month. California is going to be up heat creek without a fan. I'm glad I got ice cream Monday.
