There's nothing like a steaming hot cup of family history early in the morning I tell you, and nobody better suited to serve it to you than your 70 year old great aunt, and your 65 year old grandmother. Let me tell you, never before today did I know that my mothers side is 100% pure Russian. Like, off the boat Russian. I always wondered why my Grandma knew so much Russian.. I just kinda figured it was another one of those things she knew, like wood working and quilt making.
It's fantastic here. I've eaten more in 2 days than I usually do in a week. You know how they suggest 7 small meals a day? Here, it seems like we eat 7 full meals a day. It's the life I tell you. We're only done breakfast now.. and it's one o'clock. It must have something to do with the whole Russian/famine deal.. eat as much as you can while you can? Something like that. ;-)
I had strange strange dreams last night. I dream a lot, but this one was odd. I dreamt I lived next to the Playboy Mansion in a house with a glass roof and I was married to Bruce Willis. I kept thinking through the whole thing that he sure was a lot shorter in person than in the Movies. And they hired me to be a Playboy bunny, even though one of the girls said that I needed to lose 10 pounds. It was pretty crazy I tell you.
And lately, no matter what dream I have, it's being interjected with this really strange, short dream (like a short film) that I started having last week. Camote and I are riding down a really old dusty dirt highway on these beautiful antique bikes. And we pull over to the side and slide down these really deep embankments to these high barbed wire fences, but the fence is made out of enormous chicken wire. Beyond the fence we can see these groves of fruit trees and grape vines, all in the shade; and beyond that these huge beautiful colonial houses, all white. It's so so hot out, and the air is almost yellow with dust and heat, and we're dressed in white. We climb the chickenwire into the fruit groves, and start putting fruit in our hats. Any of the fruit that the sun touched is really rotten, but everything in the shade is really good. And then that's it, I go back to whatever dream I was having before. The strange thing is, when I go back to the fruit dream again, I can tell that we're not at the same place, that we've ridden farther down the road. If anybody can help me with this one.. I'd appreciate it!
Alright, back to maxin' and relaxin' with the ladies. I love and miss you all! Camote.. let me know if you have any idea what this crazy dream is about! Ciao!
1 comment:
(1) If you are Russian, or half-Russian, (or even 0% Russian in my case), you must be a big fan of Chekhov. It is a must. Have you ever read anything by him? His plays are amazing. They are just wonderful.
(2) Don't eat too much before you go to bed. It causes all sort of dreams, including the "Playboy Mansion Scandal" :-)
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