Friday, May 2, 2025
I dreamt last night I was with about nine people and we decided on a whim to attend a play. After entering, we realized that there wasn't enough space for us all to sit in the section to which we were assigned. Someone in the same area was saving seats for people who had not yet shown up. I announced the problem to the room, and that's when I awoke. I haven't recalled a dream in a very long time. Why do I dream about conflict? Breakfast: yogurt with toasted coconut, toasted and sliced almonds, flax meal, cacao nibs, and raspberries; sourdough toast with muhammara left over from Fisch and Flore; hot water. Patrick and I hung four pieces of art. Three went on the east wall of the living room. One went on the west wall of the upstairs entry. Patrick arranged board games and card games in the media console. Lunch at home: leftover beef stew, hot water. While attempting to patch a hole created by the removal of a screw anchor, another drapery bracket failed. I was trapped holding the draperies up since if I let them fall the last bracket would have been destroyed. I called to Patrick who was in the office in the lower level, but he had headphones on and did not hear me. Three attempts to send text messages vocally through HomePods to him failed, so I voice-called him through the HomePod, and that worked. He found me, released the last bracket, and I was able to safely let the draperies down. This revealed that the draperies were likely installed in 2002 and the drapery rod track likely had not ever been cleaned. I vacuumed it, dry-brushed it with an old toothbrush, wiped it with dish soap solution, successfully reinserted a plastic piece that had fallen out a few weeks ago, and repaired the end cap with some gaff tape. Next I patched the screw anchor hole with a product called Wet N Fix, and I was pleasantly surprised that it worked. I had to use two discs. I removed and rinsed the bracket assembly that had not broken. Removing the drapery rod also revealed that, strangely, three of the six holes holding the brackets to the ceiling used anchors and three did not. Shower and nap. Patrick and I walked to Alamo Drafthouse New Mission for Thunderbolts, which we enjoyed. Walked home.