It's been a while. Somewhere along the way, I have celebrated my twentieth year in my present abode; 71 years on the planet and 17 years at this blog ( Read more... )

Last Saturday, Pale male helped me break my Pandemic length fasting from indoor dining drinking by bravely crossing the East River to have drinks at the City Point food court near DeKalb Avenue. The city-wide ban had been lifted for less than a week, but the cellar kiosks and booths were doing a booming business ( Read more... )

Last week's EfM class was about the Sabbath. It was also the first reading that I can recall for a long time that was not written by a Christian, but rather by a rabbi who died after a Jewish shabbat some fifty years ago. We'll be reading him next week too ( Read more... )

My lizard brain hasn't quite figured out how to incorporate Connecticut into its normal housekeeping process. Nearly two years into my Middletown lease, I can recall no dreams that take place there apart from the occasional flashback to my undergraduate years when I was either coming or going as a student and New York was just offscreen, somewhere ( Read more... )

I must be feeling better because last night was the first time ina long time that I can remember having an early morning dream. Lately, for perhaps the last month, I have been consistently waking an hour too early and trying to make up for it by pretending I was fully awake, sometimes going so far as to brush my teeth and then going back to bed to ( Read more... )

Well, we're in it. It's not Lent. But, it might as well be. It's the first week of Advent. We were treated to the traditional Gospel reading from Matthew 24 where Jesus warns his disciples to be alert to the coming of The Son of Man, comparing it to The Flood. A reckoning on the same order. Essentially, it is an allusion to death ( Read more... )

I don't remember how this dream began, but it seemed to be taking place in a part of Brooklyn that no longer exists. Somehow, I found myself at a wholesale meat market that once existed on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn and has since been demolished to make room for a huge development. The dream could well have been brought on by my reading " ( Read more... )

Brunch Saturday went pretty well. I got up and went around the corner to get some perseco and orange juice to make mimosas. The only problem is what do you do with a bottle of perseco once you open it? It's not like regular wine; you can't just recork it and save it for later. Suffice it to say, I was drinking mimosas for the rest of the day ( Read more... )

Twenty-nineteen got off to an epic start with a sweeping early morning dream that had a beginning, a middle, and an end and was kind of dramatic. The conceit poses the question, What would my life be like today, if Mom and Dad had not moved from Brooklyn? Turns out, not a lot would be different ( Read more... )

Had another wonderfully daffy waft of dreams, evidently brought on by the change in bedtime to daylight ratio that every year accompanies turning the clock back by one hour. There is something about those early morning twilight hours that favors madness in all its forms ( Read more... )