My husband’s boss has the last name of “Dick”. I know, I am not in Grade 5 any longer, so I should not snigger at it, but let’s just say I am happy with my occasionally mispronounced last name that has no meaning in the English language. But my husband’s boss, she . . . yes, she – were you assuming she was a man? . . . anyways. . . SHE has a niece who is trying to get into the 2016 Olympics as part of the Trinidad Tobago gymnastics team.
My husband’s boss’s niece gymnast also created a new move that has been recently been recognized by the gymnastics body (I can’t do a backwards roll and you think that I know the name of the official gymnastics governing body?), and she successfully performed her new move in competition.
I cheer for her success, her ingenuity, and her talent. Come on 2016 Rio! I am such a sucker for Olympic stories! But – perhaps due to my recent change in employment status and the feeling of malfeasance that lingers for now – I cheered the most for her chutzpah. Because when you create a move, you get to name it.
February 21 2016 Extra-Ordinary: The Dick Move
I had one of those bad dreams this morning that jolt you out of sleep, taking you a couple of minutes to determine whether it actually happened. I have weird dreams sometimes, but I occasionally have bad dreams in the early morning hours. These bad dreams – while somewhat bizarre – seem to be based on real life with a twist. And that is why they linger with me after I am up – and I usually cannot get back to sleep afterwards.
In today’s dream, I was married to Emile and for some reason travelling with only my in-laws. I lived in Toronto, and had “re-joined” the ranks of the business people. I had my wedding rings on (the ones I have in real life) and I entered my alumni gathering place with my father-in-law. Now for some reason, this alumni gathering place was a restaurant, conference center and water park all in one. Bizarre – but doesn’t break the laws of physics or anything. I ran into an ex-boyfriend at this meeting place who was upset to find out I had married. I guess I should have pined away for him or something. You broke up with me, buddy! Although, as I recall, he got pretty upset when I started dating someone else later.
Anyways, he began a tirade that hit every fear, worry, concern, insecurity and embarrassment that I have ever had. And remember, this was a dream I was making up, so my ex-boyfriend really DID know all that stuff. In real life, I don’t think he ever was that astute.
It awoke me abruptly at 7:00 am with no chance of going back to sleep leaving a melancholy ponderance that lasted all morning.
May 20th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: My brain turning against me in the wee hours of the morning, and then trying to blame it on my ex-boyfriend.
Maintenance May Day 20:
Cooked Vegan Rice Crispie Squares and Vegan Fresh Spring Rolls with a friend to determine catering viability. (career?/friendship)
Heart-to-heart with my mother who refused to tell me what I should do – telling me only to do what my heart said. (career/family)