Posted by Paula on 1/19/2020, 11:18 am, in reply to "Grateful - Sunday."
The workmen got the flooring done. They were here until SEVEN last night. I was so ready for all the hammering, etc to be done. I have a lot of cleaning to do in there but not sure I feel well enough to do it today. I am, however,highly motivated to sleep in my own bed tonight. They have to come back to finish and fix some stuff Tuesday morning. |
Hot coffee in the morning
Being sick slowed my eating way down which will be an incentive to eat right to keep off most of what I lost during those days. Most days I still ate most of my points. That fever knocked me on my ass.
(The following long thing is just me writing out one of my dreams from last night. Good Grief!!)
Dreams are dreams: I was traveling in Israel, there is nothing interesting to see (?), meet a nice couple to have lunch with and the man smiles and says 'but you'll have to wear shoes' at which point I look down and realize I've been walking around barefoot and have no shoes, find a cheap pair of navy blue rubbery sandals in a sales bin on the street and was surprised to find a pair that fit because I have hard to fit feet. Leave the restaurant (btw, the three of us looked out and saw the Eiffel Tower in the distance) and realize I haven't booked a hotel anywhere. I remember my friend, Deborah, telling me she stayed on 'the other side of the river' where there were a lot of interesting sites. Walk over there and book a room at a Holiday Inn. I keep wondering why I had only planned on staying in Israel for one whole day as it didn't give me a chance to see much of anything. I head out to site see, hearing some lovely singing as in Muslim call to prayer (yes, I'm in Israel). I go back to the hotel and am told that there is no running water and the toilets won't flush. I decide to go to a hotel that I thought was too expensive but Deb had previously stayed there. She said that she could hear the singing of vespers from her room that was situated at the front of the hotel. No room on the front and I had to take a train to get to the back where my room was located. It's a huge, dark room, beds everywhere, sheets on the floor. I decided I would make the best of it because I was too tired to walk back to the Holiday Inn. I wanted to call the Holiday Inn to cancel my reservation so I didn't have to pay for the room but it was too late and, anyway, I was worried about how I was going to figure out how to make the call in a foreign country (one of my concerns when I travel). I'm in a room with two huge beds but I decided I was going to sleep in a big bed in a separate area. While I'm deciding this, a man sits up in one of the beds and a woman in the other. We're all nonplussed. I call the desk and she said that this is a common practice when it's a big room. Then, there are a couple of other people in the room and the men are foreign and creepy. I don't know how to culturally interpret their behavior and am very uneasy. Everyone seems high and there's an issue of what is appropriate touch culture to culture. Oh, that's right, earlier in the dream, I got in an elevator and accidentally bumped into one of the men. I instinctively reached out to pat him and apologize and then thought it was probably not culturally ok for a woman to touch a man like that(it was more like I was in a Muslim country than Israel). Another vignette, a monk-like person saw something near my eye that was about to go in it and he touched my eye to brush it away and I, again, wondered about the rules around 'touching.' What I hear in the dream---my fever, Krista's water being off and their toilets not flushing, the chaos of the remodel of my bedroom, always Paris, reading "Last Train to Istanbul" before falling asleep; my therapist-self wondering about the cultural significance of 'touch', not having shoes is never a good dream symbol (lack of confidence, no direction, confusion) but the navy blue color can often reflect spirituality, peace, depth so I'll go with that.