The Peanut Chronicles

Saturday, February 25, 2006

the awe of it all

I hate waiting. I hate it. During today’s “sleep away the afternoon” session I had a dream that involved my mother. Oh the irony of timing. It was the usual kind of dream. I am on the phone and we are talking about baby and dancing and ballet and life… crap like that. Then I say, “We should get coffee. What’s your address, I’ll come pick you up!” She says something like she works on 1 Geary Street on the second floor and then I drop the phone into a bucket of water and it breaks. Of course I can’t call her back for more accurate directions because the phone is destroyed and I go to hit redial and the only thing that comes up is 415- something. And so I wake up, thinking, “shit, I was so close this time.”

These dreams don’t really depress me. They just make me wonder at the awe of it all. So is this how mom chooses to talk to me? Is she (her spirit at least) right now on Geary Street? I must admit a little tiny part of me wants to jump in the car and find 1 Geary Street and look for clues. Kind of silly.

No nut. I am tired of waiting though. Maybe the bear will get a plane, throw me in it and do touch and goes. Up and down…. Up and down… that is enough to annoy the nut into getting out of me, right?