Back at the beginning of the month, Pale Male played hooky from work and we headed out to Queens - of all places - for a nature walk. It turns out that the grounds around the old Jamaica High School complex mark the place where a continental movement of polar driven ice came to a stop a gazillion years ago (y'all can look up the exact years ( Read more... )

Had a typical Mommyland dream this afternoon. I'd barely dozed off for more than an hour and a half, but somehow managed to havee afull throttle dream with a beginning a middel and and end ( Read more... )

Well, the dust has settled. I'm still processing, but there is no denying the reality at least: I am seventy years of age ( Read more... )

Maybe I've dreamt about Bing in the past. I don't recall off-hand. I can recall a lot more involving Crosby and in a variety of settings, situations and states of undress. But, for sheer detail and credibility I have to hand it to Bing and last night's visit to bedlam ( Read more... )

It's hard to believe that it's been six years since Katharine Hepburn last visited. And, certainly nothing compares to this marathoner when both she and Cary Grant showed up at the same time ( Read more... )

Last Sunday almost didn't happen. I mena that in the sense that I almost didn't spend it in New York, but had, at one point, every inention of spending one more warm weekend in Middletown before Indian Summer disappeared completely. But, I've been having a lot of dreams lately and one of the new memes to emerge is high school in the 1960s ( Read more... )

Either I am dreaming more or just waking up more often. In any event, I seem to be developing new streams of thought that don't fit into any of my normal dreamscape storylines. For example last night, I had two different dreaming episodes about two or three hours apart that struck me as rather new ( Read more... )

Our little subgroup of men consisted of four people including the leader. It is usually the leader's job to remain in the counselor role for all the other members of the group, although it is always subject to the client's veto, if for whatever reason they feel someone else in the group would be more suitable for their own session. For his turn as ( Read more... )

I have at least two lengthy dreams a night. The first occurs somewhere around 2:am and I almost never bother to write it down or remember it; I'm too intent on falling back to sleep. The second occurs just before waking for good. This morning's seems to be a continuation of Wednesday's session with Sumner during which I dug pretty deeply into ( Read more... )

The first anniversary of Mom's passing is fast approaching, and my subconscious is riding it like the bull ride in a Texas bar. Last night, I dreamed I was back at Mommyland. It wasn't just a visit. The premise of the dream was that I lived there along with Huggy Bear and maybe one or two other people from St. Michael's. Huggy spent most of the ( Read more... )