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Thursday, August 12th, 2021 11:04 amKept waking last night because knee was panging-- my 'good' knee, which is distressing. Of course it did that before, but that was thirty pounds ago. It was quiet up until a month or so ago and then started catching at me in bed. And now... gloom doom oh dear. So when I woke up at 10 (after going to bed at 2) I turned over and went back to sleep because I didn't feel like facing the day, and was confident that the garbage trucks with their mastodon roars would wake me soon enough anyway.
But the garbage trucks didn't show up until almost noon and I was gifted with a classic anxiety dream where Ma Bell had changed all the keypads on everyone's phone and computer 'for security reasons' so now there were always two keypads and the numbers weren't in any order, were interspersed with random symbols, and were occasionally only raised metal that had to be held in a certain way under the light to be visible. I wanted to use my phone because somehow it ran on the old system (I think this was influenced by Livejournal's various coding changes in the past) but I couldn't find my phone and my brother wouldn't/ couldn't call from his phone so I could locate it and it might have been in the bedroom but Bossy Blond Friend 1 was sleeping in my bed or maybe it was the Indian gentleman in a turban who was there for some reason I'd forgotten.
Dream hangover stayed with me all day which I wasted doing nothing, not even minimal exercise. Did finish a collection of murder mystery stories, did read a bit more of Zen poetry in translation (which contains the most nearly satisfying rendition of the ato in Basho's 'tsuwamonodomo ga/ yume no ato'-- 'all that remains of warriors' dreams'. That 'ato' has troubled a lot of people- 'mighty warriors' dream traces', for example. I think the rolling tsuwamonodomo is better expressed as 'mighty warriors', instead of just warrior or samurai. And of course it's not a possessive either: the warriors are the subject. Really a stunningly compact treasure box of a poem.)
But the garbage trucks didn't show up until almost noon and I was gifted with a classic anxiety dream where Ma Bell had changed all the keypads on everyone's phone and computer 'for security reasons' so now there were always two keypads and the numbers weren't in any order, were interspersed with random symbols, and were occasionally only raised metal that had to be held in a certain way under the light to be visible. I wanted to use my phone because somehow it ran on the old system (I think this was influenced by Livejournal's various coding changes in the past) but I couldn't find my phone and my brother wouldn't/ couldn't call from his phone so I could locate it and it might have been in the bedroom but Bossy Blond Friend 1 was sleeping in my bed or maybe it was the Indian gentleman in a turban who was there for some reason I'd forgotten.
Dream hangover stayed with me all day which I wasted doing nothing, not even minimal exercise. Did finish a collection of murder mystery stories, did read a bit more of Zen poetry in translation (which contains the most nearly satisfying rendition of the ato in Basho's 'tsuwamonodomo ga/ yume no ato'-- 'all that remains of warriors' dreams'. That 'ato' has troubled a lot of people- 'mighty warriors' dream traces', for example. I think the rolling tsuwamonodomo is better expressed as 'mighty warriors', instead of just warrior or samurai. And of course it's not a possessive either: the warriors are the subject. Really a stunningly compact treasure box of a poem.)