Home Is Where the Heat Is
October 19, 1996
I surfaced from a sleep of weird dreams to a cold gray day and no
heat. It takes me awhile but I remember getting a notice that the
condo is installing a continuous loop today and they expect all unit
owners in my courtyard to be home to let the pipe bleeder in. He
started at the opposite end of the building at 8:30. It is now 11:31
and he is still at the end unit. I'm eating Cheerios out of the box
and drinking herbal tea as I cancel my afternoon commitments to wait
for this guy. His truck is blocking my car so even if I left the door
open for him I still couldn't leave. A prisoner in my own cold home.
About the weird dreams. The only one I remember:
I'm in a leaf covered brown autumn field outside a
farmhouse with one amber light glowing inside. I'm there for an AA
meeting and I'm reluctant to go in. A woman in white glides out of
house and down the hill, her white blouse glowing like a lantern.
I look down and realize I am a computer animated guy. Inside the
house I try to take a seat and am not welcome. The guy at the
podium tells me this is a business meeting. Everyone is wearing
3-piece suits. I keep trying to talk. The guy at the podium in a
tan suit with a gold watch chain sports a Lenin style beard. He
orders me to leave, pointing the way with a gesture like the
almighty expelling Adam and Eve from Paradise.
11:40 AM EDT: The heating guy has made it to the unit next to
the one he started on. Maybe I will be out of here in time to hear
Ned sing tonight and go to the Environmental Writers Conference
tomorrow.
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