Perry L. Gardner: Private Journal #2
Tuesday, February 2, 1988
It’s 7:00 AM. I woke up before six this morning. It was dark, but I couldn’t sleep—it must have been the tea I drank last night.
I had a dream about working last night, with a strange group of people. Don Stein was there to explain it to me, but he wasn’t the boss. It was something to do with computers, and the job was completely undefined. You just sat there and came up with something and worked on it—like being retired, I guess.
Then there was this idea for an inclusion topic—What brought you to Huntington?—I guess that came out of Sunday School and wanting to know the kids in class, and one is Amakawa, and then that led to wanting to know more about Yoshi—What brought him to Huntington? And then I thought about me, and Pat brought me here, and it was a long involved story of my life going back to the War and coming to Long Island in the first place—I guess I backed into life mapping in a way—Have to check with Teddy Becker.
I am not doing too well with this journal writing—I think about a lot of things, but can’t seem to get around to sitting down and doing it. And now I am overdue on the topic of a week ago and ignoring the exercise of the week, which is meditation. I haven’t even looked at that—not much interest, I guess. I’ll take a look at it now. My mind is full of all kinds of wonderful things to do and think about, but I can’t seem to stay with anything or grasp things as they go by.