Playing in the Dark

Lazy Fio is posting something she wrote a while back when she still lived in Austin:

Central air is a mixed blessing. The only time my neighbors and I see each other during the long hot summer is when we race from our air-conditioned houses to our air-conditioned cars

It wasn't always that way. When I was a kid, the old wheezing window units were all we had, and often it was cooler to sit outside, especially during the long summer evenings when there was a bit of a breeze. Sometimes my father would unfold two vinyl-webbed lawnchairs in the front yard and, toting their own chairs, the whole neighborhood would begin to drift over--the Hickses, the Paules, the Crims, sometimes the Scarboroughs--and their kids would join my brother and me in our nighttime games.

We ran recklessly about in the mysterious dark, calling taunts back and forth, emboldened by the nearby sound sof our parents' voices, the rumble of adult laughter. Somehow, out games were more exotic in the dark--and more desperate--we knew it was way past our bedtime and we could be called in any minite, whenever the adults' converstation drowsed down and they started packing up their chairs for the night,

Sometimes, I still dream about those magic evenings, when I am running acrosss the dark lawn, stretching my stride until it becomes longer and longer--three feet, six feet, nine feet, ten--and still I stretch, realizing that my foot doesn't ever have to ever again touch the ground, that my magical stride can stretch forever into the dark, sweet, summer night.

Sins of the Past

Fio woke up this morning with all her demons dancing in her head. For all her stupidities, she asks your forgiveness. She meant only the best, which sometimes resulted in the worst.

Thanksgiving 2015

Fiorella has been having a series of dreams in which she's revisited and reviewed every bad decision she's made in her life and every thing dumb thing she's said or done in her life, so today Fio thanks God for tomorrow.

Dreams of Eternity

Daughter had a dream in which Fio's mother appeared and told her to tell Fiorella she loved her.  She also had a dream in which Fio's father appeared, and he was happy.  Fiorella doesn't know much about the reality of dreams, but it warmed her to hear Daughter's reports.  She always knew her mother loved her, and her father always was a happy kind of person so she hopes they are eternal.

It gives her hope for her own ultimate future, and everyone else's.

Psyche Triumphant

Fiorella went to bed last night somewhat bummed. The Lenovo is acting up again, refusing to make contact with the Internet, which means her e-mail is also down.

Then she had a wonderful dream, a dream of triumph, like standing on the topmost Olympic step, overwhelmed with adulation. The dream was so intense it stalled, and she had to wake up and drink some water to recover before returning to bed. Another, less intense, dream followed and there was more success, but in a broader way that Fio can't remember.

But when she awoke in the morning, her Lenovo, like the nutcracker doll, was still broken.