What I did and thought today. Sunday, 1/9/2011

Got up early to write a dream on the computer. Tried to stay half asleep so I wouldn't forget it before I got it down.

Skyped with Dip for 2 + hours. Talking and parallel working on each end of the line. He wrote his blog, I copied some of my notebooks into the computer. I had coffee and Coke and water in bed.

Finally got off Skype and out of bed at 2PM. Felt stiff. Surprise.

Went walking up by the sea wall, all the way to the end of the marina where the theater is. There was a 4 piece musical group playing on a boat in the water by the marina and I listened to them for a while. Then I took a different, unfamiliar way back to town. Turned right where the road joins the sea wall and went up that road.

This eventually involved climbing about 75 cement steps to get to the old road to Quepos, which goes past Gypsy's house, so I stopped and chatted with her for a while. Called "upe, upe" outside her door till she came out, a local custom. I have no idea what "upe" means, literally. Pronounced 'oopay.'

Then I walked on into Quepos and back to the house. In all, about a 2 hour walk, including visit with Gypsy of maybe 15 minutes. Not bad for a day of doing nothing.

Ate rice and beans and meat, beef? and salad and boiled yucca at the Soda at the house. Sat there for a while, reading the Sunday paper in Spanish -- glad I could do that. Saw an add in the paper for classes in San Jose at the university.

Sat there some more. Thought about taking some kind of once-a-week class in San Jose soon, in Spanish. Thought it was time for a change of pace, occupation, mentality, life. Thought about taking a once-a-week class in Spanish with Will in San Jose. I liked thinking about taking classes again. Felt good. Went in and typed some more.
Thought about cancelling the cable because when I am here alone I don't watch it. Remembered that I don't pay for the cable.

Ate some chips. Got grease all over my Spanish keyboard while testing the keys to find out which one did what while eating chips. Failed to solve the riddle of the keyboard. Got only gibberish. Spent about 2 hours doing this.

Went online. Found codes for using English keyboard to make Spanish characters and punctuation. (Upside down question mark, upside down exclamation mark, n with a wavy line over it, stuff like that. ) Printed codes for using English keyboard to make Spanish characters and punctuation. Glued paper with codes onto blue cardboard from the back of a notebook. Trimmed this with scissors. Propped this up by computer for later use. Altogether, this took about 5 minutes. Wondered why I didn't do this in the first place.

Dream: We were all, Kenneth's kids and spouses and kids, Irene, and I was surprised to see Irene, I thought she was dead. She had below the ear length hair that fluffed out at the ends, thick and wiry and grey and white. There were a couple of local men whose names I don't remember, maybe W VA cousins, and another lady with Granny.

The fridges, and we had two, one recently acquired by Wen, full of stuff and a lot of ice cream. The coffee maker, everything to use for making stuff and cooking was under cabinets, inconvenient, like in a boat or something. Possible to use but very awkward. I tried to make coffee for Irene. The coffee pot and coffee were in a lower cabinet, far back, and I spilled it and was angry and said I couldn't work like this. But that was later.

Shellie [pregnant] and Sherrie and I think Debbie were on the back porch looking at the water. Dark muddy water, swirling and covering everything in sight up to the foot of the steps, but it seemed like that was how it usually was, and I asked was the water high and someone said, a little.

Seems like Wen was there but I don't recall seeing him.

It was that house we bought in another dream, in GA or maybe W Va but I think GA. Back off a road down toward somewhere really isolated in the woods by big water, I wish I had access to the dream where we thought about and then bought it.

Someone was calling the realtor who might know something about a boy or man we had seen on the road and wondered if he was okay. They were in a small office with glass front like a doctor's receptionist's cubicle and it seems like there was electronic equipment. But I'm not sure. It was like it was sort of an official place or call center.

Shellie was pregnant and I thought they had to get home by Xmas as the baby was due then. We discussed when they were leaving, maybe a day or two later.

Then Shellie was sitting in a rocker doubled over and Sherrie was chiding her for doing something wrong. Then she was lying on a bed on a pad and a lot of pink flecked fluid came out and I realized, and said, her water broke. I sent Sherrie to call 911. I gave Shellie a choice of an ambulance to the hospital or having the baby at home. I, oddly, preferred the hospital, remembering the book 'Midwife.' So Sherrie went to call 911.

I examined Shellie's abdomen. It was concave, odd, so I felt her uterus and it was only the size of a large grapefruit. Puzzled, I asked how many months pregnant she was and she said 2 months. So I thought, and maybe said, she's having a miscarriage I yelled 'don't call 911' and so no one did.

Then there was discussion about I thought she was due now and apparently not.

Then the baby was on the bed on the pad between her knees but really far down with the cord stretched way too long and about to fall off the foot of the bed. So I pulled the wet pad out, debated in my head about continuing to use it, but it was too wet and I thought about the baby's skin and tossed it to the floor, saying, 'I miss the washers and dryers in the hospital.'

I had limited washing facilities. (At that point I was thinking about this apartment in Costa Rica. I slid the baby back up so the cord wasn't so stretched. Then we looked at the baby and it was obviously full term, with a lot of hair and eyes open and moving. We discussed that. I waited for the placenta, looked at the baby, but it all seemed okay. How could Shellie think she was only 2 months. Someone said to me, 'Look you are lucky,' or something like that and I asked why and they said the baby is moving a lot and is okay and I thought, almost outside the dream, why am I lucky?

All during the dream I wanted chocolate ice cream. At one point we were at a store that had a lot of ice cream, the perfect kind and I said that I wanted chocolate ice cream but he? didn't offer to buy it so I waited and later kept wanting some. Then I saw the second freeze rin the house, full of ice cream [sounds like Alex in retrospect] a surprise. The kitchen, part of it, maybe resembled Wildwood Lane mixed with Arsenal upstairs front. Skinny and crowded.

First came shopping and ice cream, next back porch and water, then Irene and my surprise to see her. God knows why I kept asking if she wanted me to make coffee. I wanted her to say no because I didn't want to make it but apparently she said yes. I never saw Wen, or Kenneth or Roger.

At one point I was holding a smaller than toddler cute little boy who was trying to go to someone else and was very lovable and cuddly and loving. Dark hair, like one of Shellie's babies would have been. On the floor on a blanket.

All this was seen through my eyes, I was the person having this experience, talking, etc.

End of dream.

Later tried to sleep. Couldn't. Not enough exercise or people contact or something. Two AM., got back up and blogged. Now it is 3:30AM. Sigh.