Guess what? I don't have it in me to take that walk today. The death-urge is not upon me.
Last night as I was getting ready to do the dishes, the power flickered, flickered, flickered. Went off. Came back on.
Mr. Moon and I sighed and got out the camp lanterns and flashlights and took our showers and cut off all the lights we could remember having been on and went to bed. The cat woke us up three times. Then, about 1:30 the power came back on so we got up and went around and turned off the rest of the lights, I set the coffee, set the time on the clock on the stove, turned on my fans, etc.
Finally, around two, I think we settled back in to good sleep.
I had something really profound or funny to say here and now I can't even begin to remember what it was.
In lieu of actual profundity or humor, I will show you this.
Oh! Oh! I know what I was going to say! I dreamed about Keith Richards last night and in my dream, I saw him and I wanted desperately to go up to him and say something (profound and humorous?) that would relay my deep, deep fondness for him and I fumbled my words, ended up sounding like a dolt, and stumbled off into a wall, I think.
Even in my dreams I am a social mess.
All right- here's some earthshaking news.
MAY CUT ABOUT A YARD OF HAIR OFF YESTERDAY! Well, she didn't cut it. Someone else did. Listen- May's hair got caught in her jeans it was so long. It was truly and really down to her ass. And I'd post the picture she sent me but I know she wouldn't like that. How do I know? Because we are just alike and we both hate pictures of ourselves. But trust me when I tell you it's so lovely. And she has inspired me and given me courage and I am going to get mine cut. May is going to send her hair to an organization called "Wigs for Kids."
I hope I can do the same. Will they take gray hair? I suppose they can dye it. Although gray hair IS very trendy these days. Maybe not for kids though.
All right. I better get off my ass. I'm going to town for a few hours this afternoon to stay with the boys. Before I go though, let me point out that Mick Jagger was also in my dream. He, however, was too busy trying to seduce my in-the-dream roommate for me to even think about talking to him. I think he made eye contact with her and then they disappeared.
Is there a parallel universe in which these things are actually happening?