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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Monokote in my eyeballs make me cry

Another uneventful day. I don't suppose days have to be eventful. I go up the ladder, I pull the wire, I go down the ladder, I get Monokote in my hair, etc. You've heard it all before.

Mary's wedding was last week, out in Arizona. It was fun, and nice to see people I haven't seen in years. Everything moves at such a whirlwind these days. I look forward to traveling, but then I want to be in my own bed, and using my own toilet. I'm getting old.

I binge-watched Penny Dreadful while I was on vactation. It's a fun show that mashes up all the old Victorian / Edwardian era public domain monsters, such as Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, Doctor Jekyll, etc. Now that I'm done with it, I'm re-reading Frankenstein. I seem to remember the act of reading it by flashlight as a kid more than the plot itself.

My own short stories are coming slower than I'd like, but they're coming at least. Sometimes I get caught up, and have to fish around in my mind for the right catalyst.

My dreams have been bizarrely continuous lately. Not really with a plot, but sort of in the same place. They are at a much larger version of my parents' house in NJ, stretching out to Pleasant Valley Park. Sometimes they're lucid. I've managed to move all the oceans up into the sky as another moon, and turn the rotation of the earth backwards so I can walk westward towards the sun in the mornings. However far I walk, the next time I dream, I always find myself back at the dream version of my childhood home, with its ridiculously high-ceilinged attic.

I'm almost always alone, though sometimes Signor Grandpagoni is napping on a lawn chair in the driveway. He doesn't talk much, and doesn't want to play Pinochle, but I'm happy he's there.

I walked to an old friend's house on Lyons Road once, and it was all marble, with Doric columns. It was the only other structure for miles around, except for Liberty Corner Elementary School. There's an elevator in the original gym (I think my kindergarten class in 1978 was the last one to use it) But every time I try to take it down, the lights turn red, and there's screaming all around me, and it plummets - and then unfortunately I wake up. Just when things start to get interesting.

Maybe the afterlife consists of an alternate dimension of Liberty Corner.

Come visit.

TTFN
-Tony


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