The dreams blossomed again in my sleeping brain. I am on the floor and things need to be done, and its all in slow motion. Etta even had a stress dream about waiting tables- in her dream, I was on the other side of the restaurant, moving in slow motion. When I wake up and ride my bike to work I am on the floor and my biggest challenge is not the menu, I like food. It’s not the drink program, I shake the margaritas table side. It’s not politics- I work hard. It’s not not being Mexican- I work hard. My beef is sleep, and my brain adjusting to waking and working a quarter day earlier. It’s going to happen natural, but it feels like slow motion.
Amidst the rewriting of my routines, I found inspiration in a blog post by Crescent Dragonwagon, titled, Part 1: love / dead cat, or Becoming Lovable, about her first cat Beanblossom. I hope that my sister and her partner Peter read it together.
We are reading it together. Peter is my first and only cat, the cat of my heart.