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July 13th, 2011

familiar places

I woke up this morning after a dream in which I visited a familiar place in southern California. I walked in a locale near the Angeles National Forest. I awoke when my courteous canines felt that it was their duty, in good conscience, to remind me of their regular five a.m. medication time. Then I wondered--was this wetlands area I saw in my dream an actual place in southern California I used to visit, or instead a recurring dream? I have vivid memories of walking there, but I cannot tie those memories to an actual place. I am comforted and disquieted by the idea that I have a familiar and wonderful but non-corporeal little mini-vacation in my dreams.

cycle talk

I love the cycles. In El nino years, the rain brings more wildflowers and the Summer cools with the storms.
In this la nina year, a hint of a drought and a hint of heat permeates everything. The thermometer is topping 100 degrees during the day here, but not so far away it topped 106. I can't complain. When you enlist in Texas, you have to march in the July heat.

I'm reveling in a priceline.com bid that succeeded for a 3 star Marriott for 60 dollars. I'm eager to work hard and get things done. The mockingbird in our front yard crape myrtle tree is very territorial. I'm daydreaming about dawn in a dense Audubon prairie.

I'm reading Trollope's "The Three Clerks" on my e-reader. I'm contemplating a paperless world. Today they rescued a local man who fell 50' down a hole. A new album of ambient music debuted in Stillstream.com tonight.
I'm hungry for tandoori.