I keep having this dream lately where I’m under water and I swim up to the surface to get air. When I get above the surface, there’s a rocky outcropping nearby and there are big, choppy waves. Every single time, I think “this is the ocean, it should taste salty, but it tastes fresh…I must be dreaming.” Then I wake up. What do you make of that?
I was out on a run the other day after a long, exhausting day of field work…I’ve been working long days seven days a week lately trying to keep up with my work. I was so tired on this run, and the path was choppy and broken up and I tripped at full speed. As soon as I tripped, I knew I couldn’t save it…I had a horrible long gasp, then I shouted a bad word mid-air and totally supermanned it. I skinned one forearm (protecting my face) and one knee (very bloody), plus I bruised the top of my other knee and one rib and one hip. I hit the ground so hard, and I don’t know why. When I’m totally honest, the part of the path I tripped on wasn’t even that rough…I was just too tired to pay attention. The point of all this is that I’m always super impressed by the bright pink skin that my body makes under a new scab when it starts peeling off. Good work, body. My running tights, on the other hand, have not healed yet.
I have to lock up my watering cans with bike locks at all my field sites because people steal everything in Dublin. But they starting stealing the nozzles off the end of the watering cans. What are they going to do with those?!?!?!
The night after the Santa Fe shooting, I couldn’t sleep. I’m teaching a course at an American university next year. What would I do if there was a shooter on campus? How could I protect my students? What about those teachers that tried to protect their students and died in the process? I’m no warrior…I’m a nerdy scientist who likes bees. (Even though one time I did defend my students with nothing more than a plastic butterfly net against a giant turkey.) How can I possibly hope to keep my students safe against an armed psychopath? I lay awake all night with these thoughts spinning around in my mind.
I wish humans were as logical as bees.