I don't know where my head has been
Jul. 28th, 2017 06:02 pmI took a nap this afternoon because, well, I felt like it, and I had no obligations and I could. I'm a rebel like that.
I dreamed of having moved into a run down neighborhood clawing its way back into being a neighborhood, getting to know people and stores and places to shop, folks rehabbing their buildings, cleaning up trash, etc. Over a weekend, someone had a crew clearing overgrowth of vines and some random trees from a lot between buildings, and one evening after the noise of the workers had stopped, some of us wandered over to see the results. They'd pulled down a few sheds and lean-tos that were about to fall down anyway, had cut the trees into sections, and set fire to the wood. It was still smoldering, flames flickering through here and there, and some of the neighbors got hoses and volunteered to keep watch on it, while we planned to find out who was responsible for leaving it burning and Have Words with them on Monday. I was walking home, and a kid I'd seen a few times followed me, wanting me to come play with him.
I was uncommited, unsure if I wanted to or not. As we turned the corner, another group was breaking up, and one of the guys turned to walk in the same direction we were going. I recognized Robert Urich, and we sort of fell into step. "Hello, smoker," he grinned. I shook my head at him. "I don't smoke." He made a "Sure, you don't" face.
I dreamed of having moved into a run down neighborhood clawing its way back into being a neighborhood, getting to know people and stores and places to shop, folks rehabbing their buildings, cleaning up trash, etc. Over a weekend, someone had a crew clearing overgrowth of vines and some random trees from a lot between buildings, and one evening after the noise of the workers had stopped, some of us wandered over to see the results. They'd pulled down a few sheds and lean-tos that were about to fall down anyway, had cut the trees into sections, and set fire to the wood. It was still smoldering, flames flickering through here and there, and some of the neighbors got hoses and volunteered to keep watch on it, while we planned to find out who was responsible for leaving it burning and Have Words with them on Monday. I was walking home, and a kid I'd seen a few times followed me, wanting me to come play with him.
I was uncommited, unsure if I wanted to or not. As we turned the corner, another group was breaking up, and one of the guys turned to walk in the same direction we were going. I recognized Robert Urich, and we sort of fell into step. "Hello, smoker," he grinned. I shook my head at him. "I don't smoke." He made a "Sure, you don't" face.
"You've seen me smoking?" He nodded. "Then it must have been awhile. I quit three years ago."
We were having a nice, friendly walk, so it was rude when my alarm woke me. It was only a few minutes later, after I was up and moving through the house I remembered, isn't Robert Urich dead? Yeah, for quite a while now.
Huh.
I would like to have talked to him some more. He seemed like a friendly fellow.
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Date: 2017-07-30 05:16 pm (UTC)Or if I'm gonna meet up with dead actors, I'd like to see Andy Hallett.
But apparently my dream date arranger has opinions of its own.
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