My weekend has star-ted. I'm taking lots of Fridays this summer.

I've got lofty goals for the house this weekend, daddy.

But first, a beer. Wow, it's boiling! I love it.

GC

ROFLOL

I was going to address some of the other posts on the board today, but my husband just walked in, having arrived home early from work, to take us all out to eat. We debated for a while, he & I about what to get before he quietly got up, shut & locked the door, and then, hands on hips, he says, "Let's have sex first and sort it all out" !!!!!!!

He cracks me up sometimes!

So not only am I getting to spend time with my H tonight, I am also getting SF!

Hey, everybody needed to hear that, huh???

OK. Will talk more later. About to be real busy. . . <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

PS -- I will reveal the reason for this "drastic change" later, SS.


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slh

GC:

I think she told us that on purpose!

-ol' 2long

SLH, yer a stinker.

GC

My mistake... ...7.2%

And at 1pt, 6fl oz per bottle, I don't think I'll need more than the 2 I have...

gc, where are you?

It ain't dark yet, so i'm downloading some new Mac software for processing quicktime videos of Jupiter...

It's boring in here. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

-ol' 2long

Okay, I'll start off, since I'm in2 my 2nd ABA and NOBODY is listening!

I love the sound of this song:

Simon and Garfunel, "America"

""Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together."
"I've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America "

-ol' 2long

Okay, this one's SLH's fault (hey, if our WSs can blame shift, why can't I???) <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Paul Simon, "Duncan"

"Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They’ve been goin’ at it all night long
Well I’m tryin’ to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln Duncan is my name
And here’s my song, here’s my song

My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fisherman’s friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england

Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
I’s left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee I’s about as
Destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
So I could hock it. I’d like to hock it

A young girl in a parking lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singin' sacred songs and
Reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival

Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well she took me to the woods sayin’
Here comes somethin’ and it feels so good!
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended

Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin’ my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just thankin’ the lord for my fingers
For my fingers"

-ol' 2long

Hey 2,

I heared you sangin' in thar.

Hi AD!

Did you bring some wood? I think GC's off tweaking his guitar strings or something, cause he's let the fire go...

-ol' 2long

Oh for crying out loud!

***2long pi$$es on fire, walks off in2 the dark 2 find his telescope and ccd camera***

Feeling reflective tonight.

What is it that makes us want to suck the marrow out of each lovely bone, to bleed and sap every last bit of quintessence from our relationships?

No matter that I have been ignored, set aside, conquered and completed. No matter. . . anything.

I look upon him now, the man I love. . . bitten mouth, plum-blossomed lips, grey-streaked head wreathed & tousled from my loving, beautiful warrior hands capable and fierce and full of intuition, and heart so uncommon. . . and I am struck motionless. . . immobile in body and spirit.

I could not leave him.

Ever.

Is my soul so starved and hungry for his Love that I would forfeit my own needs, sighing and withering?

He turns over and grasps my knee in his slumber, wresting it to him and cradling it as I sit here and type. His eyes flutter softly like the wings of a finch, and he exhales faintly in whispering conversation of his dreams.

So as the moon smiles down over my shoulder through the blinds, casting long silver ribbons on us both as I warm my bones with the musings of his languishing hands, I realize. . .

Am so impoverished in my Need that I will eagerly devour any crumb of his Attention, no matter how paltry? Or inconsistent? Or sporadic?

And be happy?

I've been in a state of torpidity for so long it just feels good to be Alive again, you know?

Pathetic or not.


slh

So sorry I missed you 2 Long!

I liked the music tonight. Just wish I had stopped by earlier.

LOL, and I *wish* we could go "at it all night long", LOL. Must be getting old, or something. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

*creak* Hand me my cane, will ya? I gotta get some more firewood, ya peed on the last bit of fire.

:: SLH takes her cane and hobbles off, trying not to trip over protruding tree roots in the dark ::

Sorry 2,

I had to put my yung-un to bed.
She stayed up waaaay 2 late, skipped her bath, but she's sleeping finally - for awhile now.

I've been vegging out - not going to bed, nor doing anything constructive - or even entertaining.

Sorry I missed you.

I know you're lonely over there on the left coast.

Well, I'm a sinner too. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Oh, don't get excited, I just mean I threw all the MB theories (well, not quie all) out the door. I had my W over for pizza this evening. She stayed til almost 8, so that didn't give me much time alone with my sole offspring, but after W left, DD and I went out and caught a firefly or 2, blew some bubbles - then made a batch of muffins ('cause she asked for them)... and it got late pretty quickly.

I've got to get her home by 8 in the morning.

About your dream, 2...

Like somebody said, this is a mechanically difficult scenario. But aren't they all? Dreams, I mean.

My W, as you recall - is 20 years younger. If I were going to have a dream, it would either be her in it, or somebody older. But, I don't have any dreams like that. Mostly in my dreams I'm trying to run somewhere and do something or take care of something and I'm late and .... There's no women in 'em. Once in a long while W is in one of them. That's a nice night. She's never mean in my dreams - although one time, she was driving - and seemed to be running over a bunch of peds - though she didn't do it apurpose and didn't seem to notice. We were going over a bridge into NYC and the bridge probably was closed and there were lots of people walking on it - and she was running over them. They were all watching some kind of parade of ships. It was a dream, OK?

As for yours... I think you like this gal. That's the only thing that's clear. You and me both need to lose a few pounds afore we go running with any young ladies. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Hi GC. Sorry to trash your thread with this nonsense.

Goodnight again, everybody.

-AD

slh,

I'm blushing. Nothing to say.

-AD

Okay SLH, I'm too tired to absorb that flowery prose. Lemme try again in the morning.

My friend came over and we went for beers. There's a bar in my neighborhood... not a bar-bar, actually like a "bistro". Lah dee dah. Binder's gonna let me have it. But my heavens, I should go there every night. More often than not there's an attractive, interesting woman sitting there, willing to chat me up. But not interested in being a barfly, I only drop in every few weeks.

Tonight we met a couple, or something like a couple, never quite figured that out. Nice people. And the girl is a realtor. Nobody knows more available women than a single female real estate broker, I swear. She wanted me to email her a disgusting photo I told her about, and gave me her card. She was ga-ga for the idea of coming and seeing the band play. She seemed to find me interesting. Maybe she'll come to a show and bring a friend... or maybe she was bombed and hasn't learned to keep her mouth shut when the wine starts talkin'. Haw, haw. What's that Hemingway quotation? "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."

So, the fire has died, and y'all have gone night night by now.

Wanna talk dreams? Well, AD, I dream about my wife all the time.

Remember the episode of "The Brady Bunch" where Carol is supposed to sing at church at Xmas, but she loses her voice, then miraculously gets it back just in time for her performance? Last night I dreamed that, but different. Carol had a stroke, and had previously been super-mom. She was debilitated, and though the singing-at-Xmas was a problem, her bigger problem was that she wasn't sure she'd be able to care for her children any more. Then someone wanted to make a movie about her story, but they were casting nubile young women in their early 20s to play her, and she was very annoyed about it. She was a very attractive woman (though she looked nothing like... uh... Florence Henderson), but was no 22-year-old. So anyway, the whole thing happened in this dreary, brown-and-grey, 1970s environment. Ever seen The Ice Storm? It was more like that than the shiny Brady Bunch world. It was a great dream. It took all kinds of detours that I couldn't describe without sounding like a mental patient. It went on and on and on. What fun. The sparrow did make an appearance, naturally. At one point I was hiking near my house, and I stumbled across a canyon, a huge, beautiful canyon. In case you don't know, we don't have canyons in Minnesota. The canyon was lit with this strange but beautiful light, and I knew it would never look this way again. I wanted to photograph it. But first, a woman hiking with her son came along and I talked to them for a bit. Still the view was spectacular. Then the sparrow showed up and distracted me, and after that the light was gone. By the time sparrow went away, this lovely natural wonder had turned into the back end of an industrial area full of loading docks and empty brick buildings.

Heh, heh, dreams can be fun sometimes, though mine are usually no picnic.

GC

GC, you don't have to comment on my post, I was just venting, I guess. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Just a realization that I am infinitely more pathetic than I dared give myself credit for, that is all.

What do you think the dream means? Do they all have a common thread, beyond the Sparrow? I'm no dream expert by any means, and I don't know all the facets of your life but some of what you describe just makes sense, in some form.


AD, why were you blushing? Even geezers need lovin'. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> Haw haw.


:: grabbin my cane and shufflin' off to take morning sundry of pharmaceuticals ::


slh

I no longer feel bad about anything!

...gc asked if we remember an episode of the Brady Bunch!

I never WATCHED the Brady Bunch!

(I do have the theme song for "My Favorite Martian" for my cell phone ring, though...)

-ol' 2long

Never a bunch of Bradys did I watch. I'm not much of a tv-hound.
But, My Favorite Martian!. Oooh, I loved that when I was a kid.

In first run, it came on Sunday night, and sometimes Dad and I didn't go to church on Sunday nights - although, in general, we were a morning and night church family. I remember Dad would be dozing off and I would be watching "My Favorite Martian"... smoke from the ears and all. Then, Mom and the others would come home and we would eat dinner. We always had "breakfast" on Sunday nights - eggs, sausage, grits - maybe pancakes. Its a good memory - makes me miss my Dad - and childhood too. Sometimes I think I was never a child. Anyways I've got to start eating grits again. I'd better leave out the eggs and sausage. See how my mind works? (not that anybody cares) 2 mentions Martians and I end up thinking grits. You guys ever eat grits? Maybe no matter what anybody mentions, it always ends up back at food.

GC, I don't have any idea what your dreams mean. I'm guessing this canyon looked like the place where the elves live in LOTR.

hmmm. Brady Bunch and bars??? Strange combo. I don't do either of them. Is something wrong with me? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

As for Hemmingway's quote. I've done everything sober that I ever said I would do drunk. (but, since I don't drink, that was easy)

-AD

There's a radio show called "The Dream Doctor" or something where this fella analyzes dreams. There's not much to it really. He just goes fishing and makes guesses about his callers' lives until something sticks. Fun to hear people describe their own dreams though.

I don't get it. How could a person exist without having watched "The Brady Bunch"? Hm. People in my generation saw it on TV every day after school, at least before cable.

Can I get a witness!

GC

WITNESS Honey Chile!

He just goes fishing and makes guesses about his callers' lives until something sticks.

That's probably how your dream makes sense to me -- I only know bits and pieces of your life, you know? And right now, it's only the latter part I can begin to fathom. . .

AD, yours does too, kinda. . . with the little I know.

But who, really wants to have their innermost thoughts revealed to themselves and everyone? Sometimes it's better to live in a happy oblivion, eh?

Remember. . . I'm not a doctor, I only play one on TV. . . <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />


Wanna-be slh