Blargh

I feel lousy this morning.  Got enough sleep, even if much of it was in Sadie’s bed because she apparently decided our bed would be better and warmer.  Well, “even if” makes her bed sound bad, and actually it’s awesome.  I may have gotten deeper sleep there.  I noticed Valerie eventually abandoned her bed too, presumably joining the crowd in ours.

I woke up from one of those crazy mashed up dreams.  It involved starting a job, and the place or aspects brought in elements of multiple past employers and situations.  The place was named Halliday, which is one job.  The lobby was right out of Corporate Software, which later became Stream.  I was supposed to start at $8.00 an hour, which happens to be minimum wage in Massachusetts currently.  I speculated they might start at slightly higher, which Flatley Company did when I worked at Waterford Village.  Minimum wage then was $2.90 and they paid $3.00.  Then minimum wage went to $3.10 and they paid… $3.10, which completely destroyed some notions I had.

I was talking with someone, speculating that the company might pay me a little above the minimum.  Sure enough, it was going to be $8.02, which somehow morphed into the exact same thing as the $12.02 I started at with Corporate Software.  Anyway, even the reference to pay rate is a reference back to prior jobs.

The exterior of the building was some kind of generic cross between places, hard to say one more than another, but there might have been elements of a Christy’s Market, adding another old job.

Later, when I was on the job, there was a scene in an apartment.  Apparently apartments were part of what the place did, which goes back to Waterford Village.  It was vacant, had been mine, still had some of my stuff in it, and was not going to be rented any time soon.  This was like the office I had in Easton, which took me a month extra to move out of after the last official month, with them in no hurry for it.  A guy named Matthew showed up in the dream.  We once shared an apartment in Greenfield, and I was telling him he might soon want to get his stuff out of this one that he’d left it in with me.  He hadn’t even realized I’d moved.  Shades of former partners having left stuff in the office in Easton, which had to go to them, be disposed of, be adopted, or be stored.

Confusingly, in a related sequence, I was showing someone how many bookcases I was going to be able to fit, in a ridiculous arrangement, in just the entryway/kitchen area alone.  The someone was an amalgamation of a former partner and someone I didn’t work closely with at Stream, but who was similarly brilliant.

Very strange.  I also remember thinking that I could crash in the apartment if needed, like if I needed to stay over at work since the place was vacant, I had access to it, and they’d made me welcome to use it, short of actually moving in.

Lots of stuff to do today.  Hope I can remember what it is!  I have some e-mailing and calling and going and researching and writing and food storing and cleaning and organizing and so forth to be done.

We received a book yesterday that we’d order super cheap from Half.com, a used copy of Teach Your Child To Read In 100 Easy Lessons.  I need to do more than skim the intro, but it should be interesting.  Sadie is beyond ready.  She fell asleep last night with a book named “Ted” open, pages down on her chest.  She studies and recites books from memory.  She knows the letters.  She has an idea of some words, like the Q thing she identifies with closing a program (Quit), that made he so excited to learn about how q and u go together.

This morning she spent some time on my lap while I didn’t write and I did an impromptu tiny lesson on m and s, which are the first ones covered in the book.  She can point them out on the keyboard (and sound like I’m stupid to ask her) and I had her say the sounds.  The actual lessons take about 15 minutes.  Not a bad amount of time to devote, once or twice a day.  I doubt she’ll need the whole thing or want to be held back to that speed once we’re rolling.

Anyway, I need to go take care of stuff in the kitchen.  And post the birthday I didn’t know about before I started this.  Sooner or later I’ll have no birthday-free days.

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