Dreamy…

I was in a dreamy type of mood. It was that type of atmosphere. I am by nature dreamy, which is a grave fault, a grave flaw indeed, but one has to accept the reality of one’s nature. I tend to have one foot in reality and the other in dreamy thoughts, even when faced with the most dire of situations. I had enjoyed a very nice joint and was reclining on the sofa, I don’t want to do anything except indulge in pleasure, and Cannabis for me is the height of pleasure. I had spent the morning attending to domestic duties, it’s not my idea of a good time operating washing machines, trying to put clothes on radiators, there was not enough room on the radiators. The sooner she gets back the better. I’m sure women love the idea of washing machines, radiators and hanging clothes on washing lines, I for one do not.  I was watching YouTube in a dreamy frame of mind, nice and stoned, on the bottom of the screen a YouTube recommendation caught my interest, something either catches my interest or it doesn’t.  This recommendation was  Enya German documentary 1981. The dreamy expression on Enya s face, barely past girlhood, perhaps about 2O in this picture had caught my interest. My phone rang, ” Are you in?” I’m on my way around with the kids?” My  brother said. ” Yeah, I’m in” I said . ” You sound incapacitated, are you on something?” He asked. ” Yeah, had a joint about an hour ago, and very nice it was too”. I said . ” For fucks sake, I was going to bring the kids around” he said. ” Now don’t start, I’ll do what I want to do in my own fucking house” I said ” okay, I’ll be around with kids shortly” he said. ” And bring a screwdriver with you, there’s a loose door handle” I said. Unfortunately the world will not let you indulge in dreamy reflections for too long.