I am in a large city, maybe New York. I lay on a metal chaise lounge at the top of these large number of stairs (50-75?). I am on a level surface close to the top of the stairs. It is a public building. It is a sunny day. I worry if I get too close to the first stair, the chaise lounge will slide all the way to the bottom and it will be dangerous.
I decide to try out going down the stairs on the chaise lounge. I do not go too fast and it is fun and exiting! I then walk around in the city. I am very thirsty. I look for a drinking fountain. I can’t find one. I ask a woman. She tells me where to go. I follow her directions, but cannot find the fountain. There are lots of people around. I think there could be some festival.
I start to climb up the stairs where the chaise lounge was at the top. Someone brought it back up. Now the stairs are very steep. It feels like I am climbing a cliff face. I climb one stair at a time, pulling myself up. It is very difficult. I need help to get up the last stair. A young woman helps me.
Day Notes: Laura canceled our weekend to go to a workshop and concert with Carrie Newcomer in Annandale, Mn. Her husband and she had to “put down” their dog on Monday before the weekend workshop. Laura said she didn’t want to leave her husband because he was very emotional about losing their dog. I was disappointed, hurt, and angry. I worked on feeling my feelings, but not becoming a victim. And also trying to be understanding. I couldn’t find anyone else to go with me. Then I canceled the morning workshop and Paul said he would come with me to the evening concert. That felt like a good compromise.