This morning, I had so many strange dreams, I kept going back to sleep to finish them. They seemed to be saying “Netsparrow, you’re not prepared.”
Apparently, I wasn’t. Before I’m fully awake I hear a knock on my door. Thinking someone must be hurt, I jump up. Someone tells me an 8.9 earthquake hit Japan. Through my less-than-conscious brain comes distorted visions of Japan in its far-off green mountainous glory, mixed with Oregon coast due for a 9.0 quake of its own, and warnings of tsunamis at Seaside, and don’t we share the same what-you-call-it pacific rim? — and I forget that I’m 1,000 miles from any coast.
I wake up enough to realize what’s happening, and I need coffee (badly). I put coffee on. Forget to put the water in the coffee maker. Return to pour coffee. No coffee. Uh-oh. Pour water in. TV screams from behind with reports. Water hisses back out of the pot. Put coffee grounds in the container and carafe in place. Fast. Finally — coffee brewing.
Done! Got. Coffee. Sit. Down. Don earphones. Surf web for news.
Seems I forgot something, so I get up to get it. Oops, forgot. Earphones still on. Wire catches on coffee cup, coffee all over the desk.
Remove everything from the desk to bathroom counter. Wash coffee off of everything. Shut down computer. Move computer. Wipe off space where computer sits. Put back computer. Turn it on again. Re-pour coffee.
Hear about tsunami warnings on coast. Surf web to see how coastal areas are doing. Can’t find anything. I think to myself, can’t Google News do better than this??? Thinking about Oregon and California, and all the places I used to live. Pacifica – 1/2 block from here. Aptos, six blocks from here. All of my old homes are safe. U.S. West Coast is safe and quiet now.
I think we are lucky here. We are always lucky here. Why is that? What do we take for granted? What can we learn? How do we prepare? Are we ever prepared?