Brains!

I had a dream that I spent all my savings. What does that mean? I also had a dream that I was a high-class prostitute that you could pick out at a Target. I spent most of the dream trying on nightgowns, Granny nightgowns.

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks transferring videos to my computer. The great thing about it, is I’m making money for work my computer is doing. Easy. The bad thing is I’m making money for work my computer is doing. I feel guilty, brain dead and suffer extreme cabin fever most days. It’s a 4 hour process, and can take up to 5 hours to complete. So because I’m part time, I can only do 4 or 5 days a week, or I risk messing up the budget that a few of us employees rely on. After the transfer, I have to transcribe, which especially electronically, takes a helluva long time. Then I have to cross check everything. Most days I spend supervising my laptop and watching daytime Food Network and Travel Channel. I’ll throw in a dog walk, chain-drinking tea, trolling yelp and stalking on facebook.

It saddens me that hand writing starts to hurt because I rarely do it anymore.

Sometimes I look at photos of Humboldt posted on facebook, and I get a terribly familiar feeling: homesickness. It’s peculiar. Mostly I day dream about the hot summer days. Days I didn’t take enough advantage of due to WoW. But I can envision walking down Stage Coach Rd in Trinidad, all the Trillium flowers bending over the road, lonely mailboxes signifying humans live somewhere in the dense foliage, and the sound of the ocean floating up the cliffs. Or I think of riding my bike around the Bottoms, maybe even as far as Jackson Ranch road, looking back Northeast at the clear cut patches on the hill, or seeing Founders Hall perched on the hill. But I realize how much I would be the same person if I lived there again, and that I think I’d only want to visit.

I often think about going to Humboldt, but the lure of the South Western deserts may be stronger. I’m dying for the bleak emptiness. Maybe camping, looking down the Grand Canyon, chronicling the drive, the places I would eat, and ending up in lush Austin. All the while hoping Thunderstorms chase us the whole way there. The most exciting part is that it’s a more realistic prospect then anything with airplanes and passports involved.