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Tuesday morning, I woke up at 8:05, took my pills, and went back to sleep until 11:15. I awoke at that point from a nightmare about a woman with a disabled child (like The Kid Brother) which began with the woman letting the child walk on a railing and step on my arm. When I said something, the woman got angry and defensive and said I upset the child who clearly was upset by her mother’s rant. I apologized. Somehow I was then staying in the same house with them and extended family tip-toeing around the woman’s moods and trying to figure out what to do about the poor child. She had become my responsibility. Then I woke up to San Geraldo’s sweet voice. He knew nothing about the dream but was simply surprised to find me still asleep.
The day improved. Last night we met Shannon and Stacy for dinner at Goiko Grill, new friends who recently arrived permanently in Córdoba from California. Shannon and I had connected through a WhatsApp group a few months ago and after her broken shoulder (from tripping over their dogs), their return to California to begin the visa process, and my trip to New York the day they returned, we were finally able to meet each other. It felt like old friends.
Dinner got started late and we were still out when it was time to video-chat with The Kid Brother. I was about to leave the table to call him, when he called me. So I introduced him to Stacy and Shannon, chatted with him away from the table, and even introduced him to the server, Antonio. That was all fun. I then took him out on the street to show him the neighborhood. He loved that. He saw the doctor again yesterday for his leg. I think he was given another cortisone injection but I don’t know because it’s difficult to get a straight answer from Chuck and I only had the opportunity to ask him twice. But we had a pleasant conversation.
This morning, Merchi is here and we’re out for coffee and second breakfast. I plan to get out walking this afternoon. I have an appointment with a nutritionist at 5 p.m. I hope it’s helpful.
I wish you all a pleasant Thursday. Enjoy today’s photos of murals around Brooklyn. The first four below are from Coney Island Art Walls, an annual event in summer. These are the ones I was able to see through the chainlink fence.
El martes por la mañana, me desperté a las 8:05, tomé mis pastillas y volví a dormirme hasta las 11:15. En ese momento, me desperté de una pesadilla sobre una mujer con una niña discapacitada (como en la película “El hermano pequeño”). La pesadilla comenzaba con la mujer dejando que la niña caminara sobre una barandilla y me pisara el brazo. Cuando dije algo, la mujer se enfadó y se puso a la defensiva, diciendo que yo había molestado a la niña, que claramente estaba alterada por el arrebato de su madre. Me disculpé. De repente, me encontraba viviendo en la misma casa que ellos y otros familiares, intentando lidiar con los cambios de humor de la mujer y tratando de averiguar qué hacer con la pobre niña. Se había convertido en mi responsabilidad. Entonces, me desperté con la dulce voz de San Geraldo. Él no sabía nada del sueño, pero simplemente se sorprendió al encontrarme aún dormida.
El día mejoró. Anoche cenamos con Shannon y Stacy en Goiko Grill; son unas amigas que se mudaron recientemente a Córdoba desde California. Shannon y yo habíamos conectado por un grupo de WhatsApp hace unos meses y, después de que se rompiera el hombro (al tropezar con sus perros), su regreso a California para tramitar la visa y mi viaje a Nueva York el día que volvieron, por fin pudimos conocernos. Fue como reencontrarnos con viejas amigas.
La cena se alargó y todavía estábamos fuera cuando llegó la hora de la videollamada con mi hermano pequeño. Estaba a punto de levantarme para llamarlo cuando él me llamó. Así que le presenté a Stacy y a Shannon, charlamos un rato aparte e incluso le presenté al camarero, Antonio. Fue muy divertido. Después lo llevé a dar una vuelta por la calle para enseñarle el barrio. Le encantó. Ayer volvió a ver al médico por la pierna. Creo que le pusieron otra inyección de cortisona, pero no lo sé porque es difícil sacarle una respuesta clara a Chuck y solo tuve la oportunidad de preguntarle dos veces. Pero tuvimos una conversación agradable.
Esta mañana, Merchi está aquí y hemos salido a tomar un café y a desayunar por segunda vez. Tengo pensado salir a caminar esta tarde. Tengo cita con la nutricionista a las 17:00. Espero que les sea útil.
Les deseo a todos un feliz jueves. Disfruten de las fotos de murales de Brooklyn que comparto hoy. Las primeras cuatro que aparecen a continuación son de Paredes de Arte de Coney Island, un evento anual que se celebra en verano. Estas son las que pude ver a través de la valla metálica.
• Una sirena que todo lo ve y que habla siete idiomas. Ella ebe estar en Florida durante el invierno.
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My favourite is the mermaid and her pet piranha!
Debra:
Yes, I love that!
Some great street art; I love seeing that.
Bob:
I do, too.
Lovely cheerful and sardonic artworks! I love that you connected Chuck with your friends and waiter, enlarging his life there. It’s great that tech helps you keep in touch this way. Fingers crossed his knee holds up. Boud
Boud:
I’ve done that before with Chuck and he always seems to enjoy meeting our friends and seeing the sights.
Now those are some exceptional murals.
And yes, I do believe I saw La Sirena on St. George Island when I was there. She was heading south with a family of dolphins, lazily making their way to warmer waters in the Gulf of Mexico.
Dreams can be so powerful.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
I used to seriously believe (or I wanted to believe) in mermaids.
Oh, me too. I also wanted desperately to be one.
All the times I have been to NYC…would you believe I have never once been to Coney Island!!! Some lovely murals you captured too.
I hate sometimes when I have long bad dreams or sleep so deeply, that when I wake up I’m so discombobulated. I even wake up and have mixed days up. I was once on the sofa snoozing…deeply. I woke up thinking in was the next day and I started getting ready for work, to find out in was actually the same night. I was only sleeping for an hour and a half!!!!! Funny how the mind and dreams can trick you.
Mistress Maddie:
I’m with you. I wake up from naps and think it’s morning. And it can take to figure things out, too. Coney Island is an experience.
These murals are wonderful/bright/colourful. Especially like the one of kid climbing street pole/Smith St.? Looks like a reflection at first…..very well done.
Dreams really take a little of this and a little of that, mix them all around, and show us that some issues/experiences are ever present in our subconscience. Have these all the time.
Jim:
I think I’ve photographed the climbing kid every time I’ve been there. I love that one.
Yay to meeting more people and building friendships! And that’s cool that KB got to see where you are. Olivia
Olivia:
It’s wonderful to meet people and feel immediately comfortable! Chuck loves when I introduce him to people when we’re on a call. He met the old gang at Mesón Salvador and they were all wonderful. Shannon and Stacy were immediately warm and comfortable. No hesitation. Antonio was the same. It restores my faith in people (at least temporarily).
It really was wonderful!
Shannon:
It sure was!
I am glad Chuck got to see the neighborhood and meet your friends. How fun. The theme of our next gallery show is “Reflections” one of those murals would be perfect. It is the first show I am curating. It opens December 6th.
David:
I used to introduce friends and staff in Fuengirola to Chuck. He loves it.
Night before last I had a nightmare about getting repeatedly lost trying to catch a Thai airlines flight at a German airport. Endless glass and stainless steel corridors, very German.
wickedhamster:
Thai airlines to Germany is always nightmare producing.
And I still can’t quite figure out what’s happening with the kid and the lamp post. A reflection, obviously, but is the lamp post actually painted on the glass building and the reflection is just the brisk buildings across the street? Whatever’s happening, it’s genius.
wickedhamster:
A number of readers thought that was a glass wall, too. It’s stuccoed brick.
I love street art and murals on buildings. At first glance of the one of the man on the pole I thought it was painted on one of those glass sided buildings, the sky looked like a reflection.
ellen abbott:
That mural is one of my favorites.
I’ve been dreaming vividly recently mostly about my ex husband
finlaygray:
I would assume those are not pleasant dreams!
That was one heck of a nightmare. Walking on eggshells around the woman, accepting responsibility for that which was none of yours, sounds like a guilt dream, atoning for something. Thank goodness SanG woke you up.
Shirley:
To me, the dream was an obvious reflection of my life.
I’ve always been a vivid dreamer and my current medication makes it even worse. Rarely are my dreams nightmares, but they’re not usually good, either.
How fun to meet up with new friends! I’m so antisocial. It’s also nice that you were able to include KB into your life there with the video chat. I like to be able to picture what my loved ones are doing away from me.
Wonderful murals!
Kelly:
I don’t know if my current meds make my dreams worse, but I always have intense dreams if I go back to sleep for a few hours in the morning. Chuck enjoys when I’m out and introduce him to people on our calls, and some of the people I’ve introduced him to have been especially warm and kind, like the other night,.
Question about the mural that looks to be on a glass building. I thinking the building is not really glass, that it’s just part of the illusion?
Kirk>
You’re correct. It’s not glass, but your night the only one to make that comparison.
Fantastic murals! I remember when stuff like that was called “grafitti.”
Walt the Fourth:
The Coney Island Art Walls are clearly inspired by graffiti art.
I love the one of the boy climbing the signpost. “Hektad” is a name I remember from my street-art photographing days in NYC. I think he/she/they have been around a while.
Steve:
I love that mural. I think I photograph it every year. Hektad is from the Bronx and they are prolific and unbelievably successful now. Check out hektad.com