I planned on publishing this post almost a month ago, but things came up, I procrastinated, and frankly I forgot about it for days on end. But today I promised myself that I would publish this before I went on to do anything else.
You are probably asking yourself why I didn’t just whip this out. It is only a list of books read in the time of Covid. No big deal. And yet…and yet many things in life seem like a bigger a deal than they used to. For example: lately when I read somebody’s blog post and they are talking about their life, I find that I want to comment. I want to say to them this will eventually pass. Politically more so than pandemically (which may actually be a word), I hope. I find that I care about some people whom I only know through their writing. In most cases I defeat the desire to comment and offer my excellent, though unwanted and usually ignored, advice.
I suppose it boils down to me feeling more emotions and caring than is normal for me. What does that have to do with my reading non-challenge? Nothing yet, but maybe I’ll come up with something with the next update.
Every year in early spring a pair of ducks stops by our unopened pool and spends a few days swimming and bathing. It is fun watching them. This year, for one reason or another, they extended their stay and were here for about a month. I think it was because I put out critter food to lure the squirrels from the bird feeders. This year we got to watch the ducks feeding alongside of the squirrels and rabbits.
So, I had this dream last night. And it is the first dream I’ve had since retirement that was about work. Well, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t really about work, but I can’t tell. I’ll let you decide.
Cindy and I had been to an event in downtown Indianapolis. I’m not sure what the event was, but it lasted late. When it was over we decided that she would go home, but I would go and camp out in my cubical in the administrative building. It was kind of strange because it was actually in the IESD stand-alone building on Washington Street, but the building was on the wrong side of the street. And I never worked in that building until it had been enclosed in the Government Center building.
Anyway, I had been away from work for some reason and when I got to the building I couldn’t find my cubicle. Indeed, I couldn’t find any cubicles. Some major renovation was going on and all I could see were corridors and enclosed office spaces. I was very tired, so I gave up looking, went into an office, and slept on the floor.
The next thing I knew, some guy I had never seen was waking me up. He wanted to know who I was and why I was sleeping on the floor of his office. I tried to explain it to him, but everything I said sounded like I had a mouth full of marbles, and it wasn’t helping my elocution. Being a sharp fellow, or just plain disgusted, he got to me to my feet and led me down the hall to a harried looking woman whom I had never seen before. She reluctantly took charge of me.
She asked me my name and why I was there. Surprisingly I could now speak. I told her my name and that I was there to work. I went on to say that the floor layout had changed and I couldn’t find my workspace, She asked what section I was in and who my supervisor was. Hmm. Good questions because I couldn’t remember. She said that she was taking me to see Flo and that Flo would straighten thing out.
She led me through a number of corridors until we came to a more or less open area where the walls were covered with beautifully framed paintings of all sorts and all sizes. There seemed to be no common theme to the paintings and they covered nearly every square inch of wall space. They had even set up some stand-alone walls that were covered on both sides with paintings. I would have liked to stop and look at the paintings, but the woman was in a hurry to turn me over to Flo.
Finally, after traversing more corridors, she led me into a meeting room where Flo was presiding over a meeting. To my relief, this Flo was not my mother-in-law. She told me to have seat in a chair along the wall. So I did.
As the meeting was breaking up, and before I could speak to Flo, Cindy came in laughing. She thought it was funny that I had slept on the floor in my suit and that I was so confused. And then I realized that I had been retired for more than 10 years.
I woke up. It was a strange dream. And I wonder what the room with all of the paintings was about. Any ideas?