The power of vitamins
Feb. 15th, 2003 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanI always take Vitamin C, but I usually forget the multivitamin. I took one yesterday. I sincerely doubt that this affected the fact that I scraped slush off the front porch and sidewalks and took out the stinky trash from the back hall. That was because the weather is warmer. It probably also did not cause me to write 650 words yesterday. That would be Eric's patient nagging plus the salubrious effect of being consulted about the covers for my reprints.
But it certainly is what made me have a very vivid dream an hour before I usually get up. David and Lydy had gotten fed up with the crowding around here and gone out and bought another house, rather as one might finally in exasperation buy a shelf to hang on the wall. I don't mean they bought it just for themselves; they bought it for all of us, and then they showed it to me. It was full of all our cats and a large batch of stripey kittens. It wasn't particularly beautiful, but it had solutions to every problem the present house has. I was pleased to realize that I had to decide which semi-apartment I would take. I was a bit incredulous that they hadn't organized a moving party, and annoyed that they hadn't told me today was moving day, because I had a date with Eric. "Oh, well," said David, looking chagrined, "we really didn't want to mess with that." Whenever I protested about the vast deal of stuff we have, he'd just say patiently, "We'll all just carry some boxes." I suddenly started to wonder how in the world they had gotten a mortgage without me to write the excuses for the late payments on this and that, and then I woke up.
David told me he and Lydy were going to brunch and then attempted to engage me in political conversation. He will do that in the morning. It never works.
Today I really do have a date with Eric, and we are actually going to cook something. I feel no desire to cook, but I like working with Eric, and I do feel a profound desire for fresh vegetables.
Pamela
But it certainly is what made me have a very vivid dream an hour before I usually get up. David and Lydy had gotten fed up with the crowding around here and gone out and bought another house, rather as one might finally in exasperation buy a shelf to hang on the wall. I don't mean they bought it just for themselves; they bought it for all of us, and then they showed it to me. It was full of all our cats and a large batch of stripey kittens. It wasn't particularly beautiful, but it had solutions to every problem the present house has. I was pleased to realize that I had to decide which semi-apartment I would take. I was a bit incredulous that they hadn't organized a moving party, and annoyed that they hadn't told me today was moving day, because I had a date with Eric. "Oh, well," said David, looking chagrined, "we really didn't want to mess with that." Whenever I protested about the vast deal of stuff we have, he'd just say patiently, "We'll all just carry some boxes." I suddenly started to wonder how in the world they had gotten a mortgage without me to write the excuses for the late payments on this and that, and then I woke up.
David told me he and Lydy were going to brunch and then attempted to engage me in political conversation. He will do that in the morning. It never works.
Today I really do have a date with Eric, and we are actually going to cook something. I feel no desire to cook, but I like working with Eric, and I do feel a profound desire for fresh vegetables.
Pamela
