i'm never home

a written chronicle of my worldly adventures.

Monday, August 28, 2006

monday morning

monday morning in Waltham. black coffee and npr, smell of lotion and soap. one lamp dimly illuminating the desk, ipod, wallet, boarding pass, granols bar wrapper and fedora in shadows. what is happening today? plane crash in my hometown, 49 die and the copilot lives. i’d be interested to know why he was spared. maybe the guilt will be too much for him. maybe he’ll hear this as a deafening message from the universe and work accordingly. regardless, a prayer for him and those died. hurricane Ernesto is hitting cuba, cat. one, and it supposed to hit fla this week. people are having sex with teenagers and killing each other out of revenge. boston mayoral candidates are in a dead heat. i had a dream i was being chased and had to hide in a kitchen. the effing red sox lost tonight again.
8:08 in the morning, and the day is fresh. i feel grounded with a purpose today. as much as i enjoy putzing around the house and wandering between the beach and the library, it’s not so stimulating as getting up to go to work. purposive. that, and i think i’ll write a piece for this i believe on npr.
what feels important to me throughout the day, seems silly when i write it.

2 Comments:

At 28 August, 2006 09:44, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ive always wanted to watch a plane crash, i dream about it alot. i would feel horrible if one did crash, its one of my phobias, flying. i love it also. also dream about flying alot, perhaps its the way my bed has wheels and jerks about in small motions across the laminate floor, that allows me to become airborne in my dreams. i never seem to have much control over it, and no one ever seems to think its too spectacular, of this i am always incredulous, moreso in my dreams than in waking.

 
At 19 September, 2006 10:43, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had flown in the same type of delta connections plane the day before heading back from vermont. i flew into atlanta after a ground stop in JFK and all sorts of terrible flight problems. I was mad as hell with no luggage. But with the crash the next day i felt very humbled and happy just to be home. It was an odd occurance i think.
Kel

 

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