May 25, 2015
Written by Maximus Peperkamp, M.S. Verbal Engineer
Dear Reader,
I woke up from a dream in which I was going to be
incarcerated. It was told by some guard that I was going to be taken to jail. Although I was innocent and could have run away, I didn’t resist my arrest. I was put in a room with windows and could I see what was outside. I looked at the people inside and they didn’t seem threatening. They were friendly and nodded as if they were
saying that they knew what I was going through. One person put black tar on me
and then I was floating in water and the tar was polluting the water. The
door out of glass was locked and I was alone, but I wasn’t afraid or sad. I
knew what the tar was. Actually, I woke up while I was thinking about it.
Yesterday, I got two small black jars with ginseng paste
from my wife’s sister. She arrived with my mother in law and they will go
together with my wife on holiday for a week. We ate together and we sat in the
yard. I tried to talk a little, but kept away, because my mother in law doesn’t talk with me. Although she brought a ton of food, she
ignores me and is unable to say anything nice to me. There is nothing I can do about it. I drank some beer and only talked a
little with my wife’s sister, who was friendly and sat together with me near
the fire place in our back yard. I drank beer to honor my father in law,
with whom, on occasions like this, I would have had a couple. The
dream was about the feelings I experienced in my own house since the arrival of my wife’s
mother.
I look forward to spending a week by myself. My wife, her mother and sister are having this family bond of which I am not part. I
accept it. I still feel sleepy
and want to try if I can sleep some more. I fell back asleep again and slept
for a couple more hours. It is nice to wake up early in the morning and fall asleep again. I woke up a couple of times, but heard the
singing of birds and fell asleep again. I dreamed some more, but I forgot what
these dreams were about. It doesn’t matter. I am ready for them to leave and be by myself. As I walked into my bedroom, my mother in law walked in.
I was putting on a t-shirt. She shrieked, because she was
not expecting me. I said good morning, but she didn’t even say good morning
back to me. She ignored me, but in this moment she was almost forced to acknowledge
me. I went back to my office, where I folded up the blankets and the sheets.
They are loading up the car and I don’t want to get into anyone’s way and I hope
that they will be gone soon. I don’t even want to say good bye anymore.
I hear them talk and they seem at ease with each other. My wife came to bring
me coffee and told me that there are all sort of things for me to eat when they
are gone. Food is very important in Chinese culture.
I had some oat meal and when I said good morning to
Marion, my wife’s sister, my mother in law suddenly said good morning to me. What a miracle! They are
in good spirits and my wife was giving me instructions about the watering the
plants, cleaning the litter box and feeding the cat. It is a cool Monday
morning and today it is Memorial Day. My wife and her sister told me that they
didn’t sleep very well because they drank the caffeinated tea their mother had made
for them yesterday night. I am sitting in the office and keep myself out of the
way and wait for them to leave. The chair I sit in belonged to Bonnie’s
father and as the only man in the company of these three Chinese women I am aware that I am supposed to act a role of
aloofness, strength and ability.
Kayla goes back and forth between the guests in our house
and finds their company entertaining. Occasionally she comes back to me
and then she walks off again to be with the crowd, particularly with my wife’s
mother, who really likes to play with her and tease her a little bit. Marion brought
me a sweet warm bun, with pork on it. I
understand this bun was her husband, Brian’s favorite. As the time of departure comes closer, everybody is getting busy.
The ant invasion in our
kitchen was apparently caused by the little garbage bag in the sink that attracted them. I was instructed not to put such garbage
back in the sink by my wife. I have never done that. It was always my wife who did
that, but her mother told her to tell me not to do that anymore. Bonnie’s mother is
continuously critiquing everything everyone does. It seems as if nothing Bonnie ever does is appreciated by her. When I showed her the garden, she snapped at me that it costs
too much money and I left it with that. I am sure that they will talk about
matters like that during their trip. As the time of their departure comes
closer, I am feeling better and better.
When they are gone I will go to the bathroom and relief
myself. Normally, I do that short right after I have woken up, but today, I wait. This waiting enhances a sense of control in me, which is quite
pleasant. I don’t feel I have to go that badly and will feel comfortable once they are gone. While I am typing these words, I hear birds chirping. It is a glorious morning. I slept so good last night. Lying on the
carpet in my office felt comfortable for my back, better than lying on my matras. It
felt so good I might sleep on the floor like that again tonight.
Bonnie is resetting the clock, which had to be stopped as it kept Marion out of her sleep. We are habituated to that sound. The clock is like the heartbeat of our house and I will have to pull up the weights to wind up the clock when they are gone. The clock is in the corner of the room, next to my grandmother’s sowing machine. It is our little house shrine. On the wall, we have a collection of ivory tooth brushes that come from old China. It looks colorful and pleasant.
Bonnie is resetting the clock, which had to be stopped as it kept Marion out of her sleep. We are habituated to that sound. The clock is like the heartbeat of our house and I will have to pull up the weights to wind up the clock when they are gone. The clock is in the corner of the room, next to my grandmother’s sowing machine. It is our little house shrine. On the wall, we have a collection of ivory tooth brushes that come from old China. It looks colorful and pleasant.
A pigeon is cooing nearby and they are walking back and
forth to load up their vehicle. Kayla, the cat, gets excited by this
activity and runs back and forth. A ripping sound of a motor cycle is heard
and a dog starts barking. The metal screen door is closed with a bang and my
wife and her sister are laughing. Her mother says something and she is also
laughing. They are going to have a great time and are almost
ready to go. An airplane flies over and the sound disappears in the distance
leaving behind the singing birds and the cooing pigeon. I always loved
this calming sound of pigeons and it reminds me of Holland where this sound was
often heard in the summer. It reminds me of good times and of going swimming. It is nice to have these memories.
The singing of the birds has quieted down. The pigeon has stopped cooing, but while I am writing this, it starts cooing again. It feels as if I am talking with my environment while I am writing these words. The coolness of the morning is passing through our house and the windows, the door to the garden and the front door are open. There is not a whiff of wind outside. Pretty soon my own house will no longer feel like a prison to me. I am looking at the Hydrangea in front of my window. It has grown beautifully since I had cut it back and soon it will have beautiful big white flowers. Also our cherry tree is doing well. We love to see our plants grow and I will water Bonnie’s vegetable patch.
The singing of the birds has quieted down. The pigeon has stopped cooing, but while I am writing this, it starts cooing again. It feels as if I am talking with my environment while I am writing these words. The coolness of the morning is passing through our house and the windows, the door to the garden and the front door are open. There is not a whiff of wind outside. Pretty soon my own house will no longer feel like a prison to me. I am looking at the Hydrangea in front of my window. It has grown beautifully since I had cut it back and soon it will have beautiful big white flowers. Also our cherry tree is doing well. We love to see our plants grow and I will water Bonnie’s vegetable patch.