Weekend Plans, Dreams, and Other Things
Feb. 23rd, 2006 07:01 amI'll be heading up to MA this weekend. The core purpose of the trip will be to ferry Justin up there so he can go see Les Miserables with
patrixa. The secondary purpose - and my involvement, instead of some other arrangement was for me to get to spend some time with my dad.
That, of course, won't exactly be happening. Besides, he stopped by Tuesday night for a visit:
In a somewhat similar - although far less ominous - situation as Dickens employees as his opening for The Christmas Carol, the dream had a handful or three of co-workers taking a course of some sort at some location in Technology Square, and I was discussing with them how strange it was to be near MIT and to not drop by and visit my dad who, as in reality, had passed away. At lunch, I was going to head over to a (quite fictional) place in Central Square with a co-worker. We hopped on the bus, allegedly on Mass Ave although it looked more like Mt. Auburn or somewhere even more thickly tree lined. I dropped some stuff and, while picking it up, I stopped to check on my dad, who was sitting several seats in front of us. He was fairly still and quiet and looked much as he did in the last week, except without the jaundice. He started coughing, and I tried to make him comfortable in the bus seat, and then I finished gathering what I had dropped and stood back by my original seat, commenting that I was worried because his cough sounded similar to the way it did before he died.
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Well, I'd much rather hope he's not spending an afterlife endlessly riding the MBTA - I think he'd be much happier even if he was biking those same routes everyday...
Sounds simple there, but that took me a few days before I could write about it. Anywho.
Back to this weekend:
rowancat (and others in the area), I'll have some free time on Sunday, around 2:30-3:00ish pm - maybe get together for a late lunch/early dinner in Harvard Square or some other nearby location? I'll be dropping my mom and son off downtown and picking them up when the show's over - and then heading back down to PA.
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That, of course, won't exactly be happening. Besides, he stopped by Tuesday night for a visit:
In a somewhat similar - although far less ominous - situation as Dickens employees as his opening for The Christmas Carol, the dream had a handful or three of co-workers taking a course of some sort at some location in Technology Square, and I was discussing with them how strange it was to be near MIT and to not drop by and visit my dad who, as in reality, had passed away. At lunch, I was going to head over to a (quite fictional) place in Central Square with a co-worker. We hopped on the bus, allegedly on Mass Ave although it looked more like Mt. Auburn or somewhere even more thickly tree lined. I dropped some stuff and, while picking it up, I stopped to check on my dad, who was sitting several seats in front of us. He was fairly still and quiet and looked much as he did in the last week, except without the jaundice. He started coughing, and I tried to make him comfortable in the bus seat, and then I finished gathering what I had dropped and stood back by my original seat, commenting that I was worried because his cough sounded similar to the way it did before he died.
~ ~ ~
Well, I'd much rather hope he's not spending an afterlife endlessly riding the MBTA - I think he'd be much happier even if he was biking those same routes everyday...
Sounds simple there, but that took me a few days before I could write about it. Anywho.
Back to this weekend:
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