Sylvia's Journal

Last night’s dream was so vivid that I could remember most of the details as well as its emotional flavor. I had been rowing and trying to sort out some complicated cost share arrangement to cover the cost of the boat, as if it was the much more pricey arrangement of a flight. The two coaches who were present could not help me much and I left in a car. At a stoplight there were many beggars, as there are at most stoplights in cities in Africa and Asia. I bent over to make sure the doors were locked and inadvertently unlocked them and quickly two young boys slid in and started to talk enthusiastically in a way that signaled they were there to stay. Between that incident and home a father and an older sister joined in and I arrived home with my new expanded family. Everyone moved in. I remember vaguely worrying about health and dental insurance coverage but other immediate concerns pushed these thoughts away. The girl told me she wanted to be called Albuminem. The name suggested a whispy sort of girl but she was everything but that; plump and not very good looking. The boys wanted to be called Steven and Charles and I can’t remember the father’s name. We got busy moving them and myself into a new house that had seen better years but was painted white to cover over its defects.

While Axel was making breakfast I googled the word Albuminem and discovered on the Czech wikipedia page that it is a nounform of Albumin, a protein of blood plasma. Hmmmmm…how did my brain get there? For a moment I thought it was Polish which at least connected to a comment left on my blog by a Polish blogger two days ago whose blog I read and then passed on to a Polish colleague of mine. Maybe the brain heaps Slavic languages together. At any rate, the picture of Albumin (the plasma, not the girl) is awesome.

After my short row of yesterday morning it took me some time to get into serious workmode again and actually produce something or cross something off my to do list. In the afternoon it was time to get my second acupuncture session. We tried some new things, since there had not been much change since last week’s session. The acupuncturist used a vacuum cup that looks much like an upside down part of my Cona coffee maker and electrical currents around my foot. The session was rather painful this time between needles, suction cup and current. I hope it helps. We will try two more sessions. The last series of sessions were last fall and produced some remarkable relief.

Sita came back in her pinstripe skirt in very high spirits from a series of meetings in Boston. Her business is taking flight in a big way. We think she needs to employ her sister to stay sane. She has networked her way into the company of innovation directors of big (BIG) companies and the work keeps streaming in.

I cooked a poulet yassa for dinner in a nostalgic Senegalese mood. We ate it sitting by the fire after the temperature plummeted way down to remind us it was not summer yet. After dinner we watched Numb3rs while I tried to plot my flight to Owl’s Head near Rockland (Maine) using a new formula for cross-county planning I learned from my flying buddy Bill. The plotting involved working with numbers which required so much attention that the Numb3rs story unfolding on the TV show escaped me.

Bill just called to say that bad weather is coming in and so the flight for today is cancelled. We will try again tomorrow and hope the bad weather will have blown away by then.