Last night I dreamed I’d moved to Russia, far north, not quite Siberia, but north. It was great and it snowed a lot. Unfortunately, Bear wasn’t in my dream so she didn’t get to enjoy the weather.
I’d been hired to teach English. I was surprised by this, but there it was. I had also been given temporary housing — a big, old house trailer from the 60s — and there was an enormous party going on there. There were also a lot of very interesting people and I found myself in conversations with them, particularly a couple of men, one of whom was a young medievalist who had a book he wanted to show me that required I go up three flights of stairs with no railing — but I went. I think that pretty well symbolized Iceland. Another guy was probably an iteration of one of my “great loves.” My big concern in the dream was not messing up his marriage — or, anyway, I wanted him to understand that I didn’t want to mess up his life in any way.
Godnose in real life I did enough numbers on that poor guy’s life…
Strange dream, but I woke up when Bear started barking, a real bark. Not the tonsillitis bark — imagine Bear barking like a Pomeranian — but a real Bear bark.
I have learned that I’ve written a thousand or so posts on this thing. More if you consider the OTHER blogs I have had in the interval — a blog about my move to Colorado, another about hiking. I don’t know what to do with all that stuff. I might actually reach the ceiling of the free plan and then what?
I’ve been thinking about the introversion/extroversion question. I don’t have any answers yet, but I plan to sequester myself alone in a quiet room and figure it out. When I do, I’ll write a post that presents it in smooth prose. I’m grateful for any thoughts you might have on that question — I’m beginning to think extroverts and introverts live in completely different universes. Comments?