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[Feb. 11th, 2013|06:39 am]
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It's light outside, and i noticed on Thursday that the sky was still twilit as i drove to a 6:30 pm meeting. We're now in the rapid rate change in the sine wave of day length. Thus the biannual disruption of daylight savings time must be approaching, and i am disappointed to see that it occurs at the beginning of my March trip east.

Well, Blondie, can't you come up with something you are happily anticipating?, I think, as i slide the "health notes" and "mental frame notes" down, getting those grumpy accounts out of the way.

I have a recurring "Robinson Crusoe"-esque daydream, set on some Earthlike but alien planet, in a glacier carved valley high on a plateau. I also have a similar "Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" daydream, sometimes set in the lowlands of that alien planet. During meeting, my mind drifted to thoughts of whether i could make fish skin leather with primitive materials and how, if marooned, one might try tapping all species of trees to see what useful substances could be obtained. As i pulled back from those thoughts, i wondered why this is such a persistent daydream for the first time: inventiveness, experimentation, and curiosity were my answers.

I want a job where i can explore many questions. I don't think i need to be a primary contributor, per se, i'm sure that the ease with which i can imagine tapping a forest of trees could only be actual if someone else did the real work. The identification of the opportunity, the chance to observe the experimental results, tweaking, and then on to something else. Leave the production processing to someone else.

When my mind drifts in Meeting it also drifts to fiber, and i find myself designing or solving problems in projects. When i think of making a living from such a thing ... i can't. But i realize it is the same mental energy that the daydreams tickle: inventiveness and experimentation.

Health notes:
Christine is still sick. I need to figure out how i can pamper her this week.

I think my sinus infection is improving in many ways, but it hasn't gone away. I am not looking forward to flying on Friday with this sense of pressure in my sinuses.

I had a eczema flare in early December, brought on or acerbated by dryness of air back east, i think. Since then my scalp condition has also been flaring. I can't find the very messy but effective oil based medicine, so i'm using the stuff with the alcohol carrier. I ponder that an alcohol carrier is probably couter productive. My elbows are pretty scaly too.

Mental frame notes: I am traveling this weekend to a LGBTQ Friends gathering. I can tell i'm building a resentment towards the trip. I do think anything that means getting on a plane gets this sort of resentment from me. I travel by plane just enough for there to be no adventure in it, and too little for it to be habitual.

I am happy at how i have framed dealing with potential weather issues in the travel: i'm not worrying about it. I'll just drive more slowly, and if needed, get a hotel. It feels good not to have any anxiety around that. I just wish i could muster enthusiasm for the gathering, but the plane travel looms it's ugly sardine can experience over the whole thing. I'm not traveling alone this time, so it may be more pleasant.


[User Picture]From: stacyinthecity
2013-02-11 05:42 pm (UTC)
Funny, I had the same thought about the light this morning. I thought to myself that finally, spring is on the way because of the angle of the light.
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[User Picture]From: elainegrey
2013-02-12 03:05 pm (UTC)
When i lived in Philadelphia, this was when i would sense the season changing, too. Growing up in the southeast, where daylength is not as dramatically different, the procession of different spring flowers and greening plants was my sign.
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[User Picture]From: bobby1933
2013-02-11 09:30 pm (UTC)
In this daydream, are you alone?
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[User Picture]From: elainegrey
2013-02-12 03:03 pm (UTC)
In the "Robinson Crusoe"-esque, yes, i'm marooned alone.

How to manage the language barrier is a challenge: my general explanation is that other English speakers from Earth have ended up on this planet over the years so there are translators. In the "Connecticut Yankee" aspect of the daydream, i have talked the power mad king into letting me take his nephew and niece --the heirs apparent -- away from the court to raise them in away from anyone who might use them in an attempt to seize power. Thus the daydream really is about how i would design an energy efficient home of stone with good light in the winter, how sanitation would be maintained, how greens might be grown through the winter without a greenhouse, etc. There's an aspect of leadership and teaching the two a more Quakerly form of leadership in the community.
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[User Picture]From: bobby1933
2013-02-12 03:14 pm (UTC)
Wow! Thank you.
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