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General Uneasiness, Sir!
Jun. 5th, 2009 10:46 amI'm not the sort to feel general uneasiness, but today is starting out strange and somewhat... je ne sais quois.
The first odd thing that happened this morning was that when Shawn, Mason and I headed to the car to begin the various trips to work and school, we discovered our neighbor's tree completely toppled. At first I thought: Holy shit! It's so dry the trees are just falling over! This is not as crazy/stupid a thought as you might initially think. When it was really windy here the other week, another neighbor's boulevard tree snapped in half, weakened by the drought. (These are small trees, not fully grown ones.) Anyway, upon closer inspection the tree seems to have been half sawed and then broken. Which then led us to wonder: Why? By whom? And to what end? (And, being the neighborhood busybodies that we are: who the frak is going to clean it up???)
Shawn is on that last one. She's emailing the city people probably even as I type.
The other odd bits actually occurred last night (as probably did the tree vandalism/accident). One: our cat Apollo, who died several years ago, seems to have returned in ghost form. 'Pollo was never very bright, nor could he see very well, both of which made him very sweet and endeared him to us forever. But, on thing he used to do in the middle of the night was stand on the landing and make a very distinctive meow that we always took to be him saying: "Hey! Hey, are you guys here???" To which we always responded, "We're [fill in the blank, i.e., in the TV room, bedroom, etc.]" Last night (and not for the first time, either,) I swear I heard 'Pollo. We have another talker in the house, Mr. Inky, but his meows are very different (plus, no offense to 'Pollo, but Inky is smarter... if he wants us, he jumps on the bed and meows in our ears.) Often, too, Inky sleeps at my feet. Anyway, I heard 'Pollo last night and I muttered, "We're upstairs, 'Pollo!" and, just like 'Pollo always used to do I hear a sort of "Murph" (his "okay, then") and then silence. Just like 'Pollo always used to do.
Very odd.
Also, it was a restless night, in general. I'd had too much caffeine at Wyrdsmiths and was stimulated by all the interesting people, conversation, writing, etc., and wasn't exactly sleeping soundly (what, with 'Pollo) and, apparently, neither was Shawn. Shawn has always been a sleep talker. I have a ton of funny (and sweet) stories of the things she's said and done while competely and totally asleep. Normally, I listen in and take notes to tell her about what strange (and/or wonderful) things her subconscious does at night when she's not paying attention. Last night I was so tired/wired, that all I noticed was that she was sitting bolt upright in bed and talking up a STORM. I just yelled out (not unlike with 'Pollo) "Honey, you're talking. Go to sleep." Which she did, only to pop up later and start talking again.
Weird night.
Plus, I think I had dreams that involved being in Cairo again, running from someone or something. I don't really know.
Today I'm feeling just sort of out of sorts and I don't much feel like doing anything other than gardening and napping, despite all my book deadlines and the fact that Shawn and I are going to go grocery shopping in about ten minutes.
Sigh.
The first odd thing that happened this morning was that when Shawn, Mason and I headed to the car to begin the various trips to work and school, we discovered our neighbor's tree completely toppled. At first I thought: Holy shit! It's so dry the trees are just falling over! This is not as crazy/stupid a thought as you might initially think. When it was really windy here the other week, another neighbor's boulevard tree snapped in half, weakened by the drought. (These are small trees, not fully grown ones.) Anyway, upon closer inspection the tree seems to have been half sawed and then broken. Which then led us to wonder: Why? By whom? And to what end? (And, being the neighborhood busybodies that we are: who the frak is going to clean it up???)
Shawn is on that last one. She's emailing the city people probably even as I type.
The other odd bits actually occurred last night (as probably did the tree vandalism/accident). One: our cat Apollo, who died several years ago, seems to have returned in ghost form. 'Pollo was never very bright, nor could he see very well, both of which made him very sweet and endeared him to us forever. But, on thing he used to do in the middle of the night was stand on the landing and make a very distinctive meow that we always took to be him saying: "Hey! Hey, are you guys here???" To which we always responded, "We're [fill in the blank, i.e., in the TV room, bedroom, etc.]" Last night (and not for the first time, either,) I swear I heard 'Pollo. We have another talker in the house, Mr. Inky, but his meows are very different (plus, no offense to 'Pollo, but Inky is smarter... if he wants us, he jumps on the bed and meows in our ears.) Often, too, Inky sleeps at my feet. Anyway, I heard 'Pollo last night and I muttered, "We're upstairs, 'Pollo!" and, just like 'Pollo always used to do I hear a sort of "Murph" (his "okay, then") and then silence. Just like 'Pollo always used to do.
Very odd.
Also, it was a restless night, in general. I'd had too much caffeine at Wyrdsmiths and was stimulated by all the interesting people, conversation, writing, etc., and wasn't exactly sleeping soundly (what, with 'Pollo) and, apparently, neither was Shawn. Shawn has always been a sleep talker. I have a ton of funny (and sweet) stories of the things she's said and done while competely and totally asleep. Normally, I listen in and take notes to tell her about what strange (and/or wonderful) things her subconscious does at night when she's not paying attention. Last night I was so tired/wired, that all I noticed was that she was sitting bolt upright in bed and talking up a STORM. I just yelled out (not unlike with 'Pollo) "Honey, you're talking. Go to sleep." Which she did, only to pop up later and start talking again.
Weird night.
Plus, I think I had dreams that involved being in Cairo again, running from someone or something. I don't really know.
Today I'm feeling just sort of out of sorts and I don't much feel like doing anything other than gardening and napping, despite all my book deadlines and the fact that Shawn and I are going to go grocery shopping in about ten minutes.
Sigh.