The First Thing
Apparently, the first thought that comes clear in Pooh's bleary blinking consciousness every morning is what's for breakfast?
I think I'm a little less regular.
But, just to make sure, I'm going to try to notice for the next little while. And take some notes. And possibly adhere to the radical transparency thing. Possibly.
June 13: Probably my first fully conscious thought this morning was wait, WHAT time is it? But there were plenty of in-between thoughts before that. I was dreaming as I woke up about running a marathon, partly under streetlights and a dusky sky, partly in the early morning, on a huge and dilapidated red and yellow rubber track. I swam part of the race, because the water, which was ankle high for most of the running, had risen to my chest, and I figured I could go faster that way. And speed was a problem the whole time. I never felt like I was running as fast as I could be. I wasn't tired at all. I wanted to sprint. But my legs were in slow motion. Quite possibly, I now realize, because of the ankle deep water. The one thing that actually helped me go faster was a simple green canvas harness (like a pair of suspenders kind of) that an old high school classmate of mine, who was also running the marathon, gave me when we stopped for a moment inside the crumbling and overgrown indoor track that sat in a building that filled much of the oval inside the outdoor track. He told me he'd used the harness in Desert Storm, which I realized made no sense, but which I thought was kind of funny, because what the hell could a green canvas harness do for anyone. Make us run faster, apparently. Anyway, the other thing I realized many times throughout the dream was that it was a dream and that I was waking up and should be thinking about my first thought. But I liked the dream and didn't want to end it (I thought it'd be fun to finish the race). So, come to think of it, my first thought this morning might have been I hope I can keep this dream going.
June 14: Should I wake up or go back to sl... Should I wake up or go ba... Should I wake up or go back to sleep?
June 15: Wait, WHAT time is it? And are they really going to have a mixed martial arts performance at their wedding? I don't anything about the dream that gave rise to that question, but it must have been a dream, because I have no idea what a mixed martial arts performance would look like.
June 16: Fireworks. Noise. Gunpowder smoke. Shreds of inky, toxic paper sprayed everywhere. Not my favorite. But I can help a man out. (I woke up to a text from one of my cousins. He's getting married over Fourth of July weekend, and he wants to know if I have any fireworks strategy advice for him.)
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