Tuesday, August 23, 2011

My Manic Monday

In my dreams, I dream of love, vacations, people I haven't seen in forever and people I've never met. I dream of fighting and the things I'm scared of. I dream of the future and I dream of the past. Last night however was the first night I've dreamt about being mad. Sure I've experienced jealousy quite often in my dreams but never mad. It was so involved that I woke up just as mad. That wasn't so good since my mom woke me up and I couldn't respond. I was consumed with hate and I couldn't function.

My dream started off pleasant, I was shopping with the family planning our trip to Illinois and my dad's promotion ceremony. A day just like every other day. Then for some strange reason, we were walking around the old housing units on the base continuing our talk of the ceremony but I get bored and walk away. I'm now in the abandoned building trying to find a bathroom but I can still hear the talk of the crowd word for word as I walk up the very well lit stairwell to the 3rd floor where I find the bathroom. I start thinking about what I'm afraid of most and before I even finish my thought, that very thing happens. Someone sneaks up behinds me and grabs my ankles. Of course I scream and look to see who it is. It is a girl I have never met but she means no harm. She just touched my ankles and with a smug look slowly draws away apparently pleased with herself. I am more mad at the smug look than the fact that she scared me. At that moment I knew, I am definitely the kind of person that when put in a scary situation would go running towards the action with a metal baseball bat instead of cowering waiting for it to come back to kill me. In the mist of me yelling at her and planning the course of retaliation, my mother comes to ask me a question. Sorry mom that you had to ask a few times just to walk away without me answering. I was just so mad I couldn't stand it. I even thought about opening my mouth to tell you how mad I was at this woman I didn't know but I had a feeling you'd laugh and I was too mad to laugh :)

After I had finally woken up and shook off the emotions, it was "up and at 'em." Running to and fro like a chicken with my head cut off but the first stop was the health clinic. It used to be my summer job and it was interesting being back seeing all of the change. It wasn't even a few minutes after I sat down that one of the specialists I worked with was right there making conversation and telling me how the local Shopette burned down monday morning. That was a shock but turned into a very interesting detail as the visit went on. My brother walks into his appointment to be screened with dear Martin. Martin is quite a funny guy and my brother thinks he is the best. Temperature checked and blood pressure measured, the fire alarm starts to go off. In our temporary unit for the clinic, we just thought something got hit and it was a fake alarm. To our surprise it wasn't. We were directed outside where you could see smoke coming out of the break room and the smell of burned toast fresh in the air. Now when I say smoke, I don't mean a little stream. Whoever burned their toast REALLY burned their toast and mushroom clouds came our of the back corner. As you can imagine, this was taken very seriously due to the fire on the previous day. Mahonri got some good laughs out of it and that was just the beginning. Upon our return, we walked in to the room where Mahonri was partially screened and Martin has a few things to say. First, he talks across the hall before shutting the door, "Hey, go make me some toast!" that was just hilarious if you could see the way Martin holds himself and knowing Emerson, the person he was talking to. Giggles all around, and the door is shut. Not too long and the screening is done, Martin is walking away closing his notes when he realizes multiple internet windows are still open. As he hurries to close his windows, the only excuse heard was, "How did that get there?!" Goodbye Martin, goodbye entertainment for the next little bit.

The day drones on and I'm running around trying to figure out why the internet will not work, it was crucial to my being prepared for practice but there was no luck until after I got home. I did get in quite the work out as I ran around the entire Kapaun base. After teaching and directing dances, cheers, chants and jumps it is definitely apparent that I, Stephani Ray......have a sock tan. How depressing! I'll have to change that before the sun goes away. But I'm also praying the sun goes away fast. German houses were not made for 90 degree weather. Less than half are actually capable of keeping winters livable without complaint so the sun is definitely a new battle. Windows open all day and fans blowing in the right spots for circulation aren't even helping in the slightest and with everything closed it's like an oven! How strange for Germany. Call it global warming or whatever you will, we just call it miserable. At least Germany still has Pride and Prejudice mornings going for itself, though. I love waking up early and walking outside to a living set of the final scenes from P&P. Fields going on for miles and the fog lightly resting upon them. The sun gazes in and all that's missing is my Mr. Darcy. Oh, Mr. Darcy... Where could you be hiding?!

Well my days are interesting to say the least but it goes on without fail! The second hand on the clock never stops so it pushes the minute and hour hand along. Consequently, I am pulled along with it all. If only time could stop or better yet jump to where I want it to go. How does next April sound? Fabulous to me. But until we find that scientific pleasure, I will coach, work, clean and watch my chick flicks every night to get me through the days.

Goodnight to all and to all a goodnight
-Ani

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