Can't type much for a while

 

If the universe is trying to break me, congrats. I am developing a case of tennis elbow or bursitis. This is mostly due to recent overuse of my arm while weed-eating the front of my property. But it isn't helped by my use of the keyboard and mouse. 

It's not as painful as when I was working on cars, but it had some swelling, redness and even itchiness, so I am perplexed as to whether I just strained it or if there's some other causes contributing to it's overall condition. Maybe a spider bite or poison oak? How about all three?

I must keep faithful to recording my scattered dream fragments, if only so that they don't stop altogether.

Last night I dreamed of Uncle Steve again. We were riding motorcycles in a place reminiscent of Lake Isabella's Erskine Creek, though slightly more developed. One of the things I remember was that I was barefoot, and my feet barely reached the ground. The other was my uncle Steve telling me, "You need to decide if you are going to take the side trip or just the main road." 

I thought I'd maybe just take the side trip and skip the main road. Or maybe skip both roads altogether and just go straight home. It was getting dark, and it looked like it might rain, so it appeared that the decision was being made for me.

I don't remember much else, but the impression it left me with is this: life has a few different roads you can take. You can take the main road, the side road, both or neither. But if you fuck around too long trying to make up your mind, it will be too late and you'll end up just driving home in the dark. 

Home represented death, the trip being over. The road main road represented responsibility and the side road, recreation. Going home early was a cop-out because, ultimately, it was going to happen anyway, like it or not. Indecision and procrastination only result in fewer and fewer choices and finally no choice.

And although my feet barely touched the ground, I didn't wind up spilling the bike, though I was super conscious of the possibility.