Last night was full of dreams again. But when I woke up, just minutes before the alarm went off, the dreams popped like soap bubbles. I tried grasping at them for awhile but my mind could not retrieve the images; all I could register were some vague feelings that, much like the film of soap that remains after the bubble pops, have little to do with the shape and colors of the real thing.
Last night I went to bed after a long non stop workday that started at about 5 in the morning and finished at 9:30 at night. It is the mixed blessing of those virtual events. I used to say what a wonderful invention it was because you could be a facilitator in your pijamas. It is great to do if there is nothing else going on and the image of me sitting in my pijamas gives it an aura of leisure. But now, with a full plate during the day, getting ready to leave for a trip, the virtual events end up being relegated to the evening, while our participants in Africa, Asia and the Middle East are asleep and I can prepare the ‘classroom’ for the next day without anyone looking in. Both events have three days to go and then I will go myself, taking a break from this extreme multi-tasking. The trip allows for a few days of rest in Holland and then the focus shifts to Ethiopia.
After work I drove to Beverly, had dinner in the parking lot of the supermarket and had my hair cut by Bonny. I was reminded of the haircuts she gave Axel and me, a few months after the crash, while we were sitting outside looking out over the cove. I am sure that the hair snipped off then is now serving as bedding for baby birds, squirrels or chipmunks with animal mothers vowing never to do without this new luxury.
When I came home I found Axel busy with his (and Sita’s) beer project, now in its final stage of bottling. It is a lot of work, as is the whole process. But judging from his mood I could tell that he enjoyed it and is looking forward to the first tasting.
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