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I was staying with Ed and Meridee Cecil in the townhouse, but for whatever reason, they couldn't communicate with each other or be on the same floor. And they were both dying. Meridee was supposed to be having a stroke that killed her, but it was planned, and Ed has some debilitating disease that was supposed to kill him in the next couple of days. I was in the kitchen with Meridee, and moved into the next room to set the table, but I heard Meridee fall, and the silverware she was carrying scattered all over the floor. I went and put her head in my lap, cause I was sad, and cried on her, but she was already dead. So I moved downstairs to tell Ed, and he was looking up at me from the botom of the staircase. He asked me "is she gone?", and I nodded. It was obvious he was sick. He didn't look well. So he went to his computer and started playing a bomber/spaceship game. When he started playing, Mike, Ron, and Andie showed up, and all of us had our own computers set up and we were playing this game with Ed. To beat some level, we all had to simutaneously put ID cards into our machines, but we lost, because Ed had disappeared. I went to the garage to find Ed, and he had tears running down his face, and was putting on a bomber jacket type thing. He handed me his cell phone, got in his car, and drove away.
Scene change to Michael Young's office in some office building. Somwhow the cell phone Ed had given me was a key to Michael's office, and I had broken into the office with Ron. Michael had a HUGE stash of daily planner insert pages. The guts to peripheral brains. And Ron and I were there looking at all this, and deciding what would help, when Michael showed up. He was in a suit and told me I could take what I needed, cause he was going to a play and wouldn't need tham anymore.
Scene change to me amongst lots of people I don't know, filing slowly into theatre seating. Some play is about to start, and I am going because I think it will help take my mind off the Cecils. I am still sad that they are both effectively gone, but I am not ready to tell anyone what has happened. The seating is like that in a gym, with bench rows, rather than individual seats. I sit on a bench, and no one sits around me. Then Mike shows up, and he's wearing an outrageous hat with 'Raevsky' embroidered acrodd the top. And he has his bike, but somehow has put it in his backpack, which he has with him. While putting away his bike, he pulls out a muffin tin, the kind that has 12 little miffin holes, but only one hole has a muffin in it, and the container is made out of plastic. He sees me, walks over to sit by me, but places the plastic muffin tin with its single muffin between the two of us on the bench. He smiles at me, but neither of us say anything. Then the play starts. About 3/4 of the way through the play, they start talking about a blueberry muffin, and it becomes apparent that Mike's muffin was brought as a prop. There is some girl sitting directly in front of Mike, and she turns around and gets Mike's muffin out of its container. She turns back around to face front, and in so doing, moves the muffin (which is blueberry) over her head and in front of Mike's nose. Whithout letting the opportunity pass, Mike leans forward, and tries to bite the muffin as it goes by. He misses, and the muffin continues to crowd surf, passed from hand to hand, all over the theatre. Mike uses his finger to eat the crumbs left in the muffin tin. The muffin makes it to the stage, and the play ends. The audience rises, and we begin to file out of the theatre. Mike and I leave together, but we still haven't spoken a word to each other; I am still sad over Ed and Meridee, and Mike doesn't want to intrude by asking me what is wrong. The hall to get out of the theatre becomes the main hall in Alderson, on the CSM campus. I have found a quarter on the ground, and stop to pick it up. When I stand again, Mike is exiting through the side door of Alderson. I am sad he did not say goodbye or anything, but then it I realize that is the only way out of the building with a bicycle. I continue walking down the hall by myself, but find three more quarters, and then a quarter and a nickel, then a smattering of pennies strewn about the ground near to the front door. I look through the glass to outside, and it's dark, but I can see Mike, Ron, Andie, Sean, and Eric playing with a red light up frisbee. I go though the door, about to tell everyone what happened to Ed and Meridee, and everything dissolves.
My mum got the job!
Mum will be teaching for Pacific University in Hilsboro, Oregon, starting this fall. She'll be teaching Neurological Challenges for OTs, part of Occupational Analysis, and part of the Scholarship and Evidence Based Practice. And she got tenure track!!
No one especially wants to move to Oregon, because Colorado is home, but this is where she got the offer. Hilsboro has worse traffic than Denver and gas is over $4 a gallon. But Robert went to school here, so it's kind of a homecoming for him.
Yay for mum having a job!
CPC ~
Come back often and take hold of me,
sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me --
when the body's memory revives
and an old longing again passes through the blood,
when lips and skin remember
and hands feel as though they touch again.
Come back often, take hold of me in the night
when lips and skin remember...
