I woke up from a dream, which is kind of interesting from a symbolic perspective.
It started after , , Nat, Bryan B, Simon and I had gathered at a relatively nice house in somewhere rural, cool, and dry, on a street segment parallel to the main drag and multiply connected to it, it is late in the year. Then we went for a long bike ride (yes, even ), and the terrain was much more mildly hilly than around here. Somehow, on the way back, I got separated from the rest of the group, who took a different access route to the street segment (see, it was relevant). And when I pulled up to the house, everyone else was already there. In fact, Tom, Ken, and Simon were all in Tom’s CRX, and pulling away. Somehow, Nat and Bryan (and shadowy others), had driven one of my parents’ old mini-vans out here. In it were my blades, with the front two wheel holders broken off one of them, and a whole horde of shit I needed to haul with me back to wherever it was that I was meeting up with Tom, Simon, & Ken again (but I knew that was going to happen). On bike, of course.
It’s interesting to note that all the non-me parties involved were the roommates or psuedo-roommates, I’ve had the most, positive interaction with over the past 2.5 years (not including Ro, but most of our interaction is work based, not coresidentially based). Also interesting to note that the people in Tom’s car were the other CA people, all of whom have more stable/reliable gigs than I do. The blades, well, I basically haven’t used them while in CA.