If I had done better with the first half of my life I'd feel a lot more confident about the last half. Now it behooves me to contemplate what I will do differently in the middle half.
Yesterday Rebecca informed me that middle age does not technically set in until around age 45. Which means that I still have ten years to go. That seems kind of odd to me, doesn't it to you? I mean, the notion that I am still in the first "part" of my life; not yet in the middle. My pride wants to believe it. Heck yeah! I'll live till I'm 90. -Forget about the fact that most people don't.
If I'm still in the first part of my life that means I'm in the same part as my children. That doesn't seem right. Those smiling goblin-fairies that ruin all of my nice stuff and generally make my life perfect and wonderful look to me for life wisdom. And my greatest concern is how to get them to the point that I am at. How do they deal with mean friends and nice bullies. How do I make them well rounded and still give them choices? (Because kids don't choose to go to the theater). Am I really in the same stage of life as they?
Then, as I'm walking up the stairs, I come across a picture of me, Rebecca and Isabella the day Isabella was born. I am a child in that picture. Rebecca even more so. And that was only 9 years ago.
So maybe I am still in the first stage of my life. And if life keeps creeping along in these day by day increments... maybe I always will be.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Series of weird dreams
Dream 1
A few nights ago I had a dream where Tom Hanks was trying to seduce my cat. Do not consider the grossness of this idea. Just remember it was a dream and dreams are not reality. The rules are different, as well as the moral requirements.
So Tom Hanks had this ability to change his size... and of course he could speak cat, and in a very Pepe Le Pew like manner he would attempt to woo my cat. (The cat, incidentally, was not a cat I own in reality, though I do own 4.) And very much like Pepe Le Pew, this cat wanted nothing to do with Tom Hanks. I assume that she either did not know his status as a huge movie star, or she was not impressed. Or maybe she did not want to deal with the hassles of paparazzi in spite of her unyielding attraction.
So there was Tom, scarcely a foot and a half tall, running about after my bothered cat. At last she seemed to have shaken poor Tom and she remembered her special hiding place that even had a lock on the door. The lock could only be opened by a cat claw and thus she believed this to be the best place to hide until Mr. Hanks affections flittered away to some other feline or similarly domesticated mammal.
She sneaked into the closet, where this hiding place itself was hidden. She stuck her claw into the door of this cabinet, and ere she opened the first door did she see one triumphant Tom Hanks tossing a lasso around her neck and "encouraging" her into the dark privacy of her secret suite.
I awoke. This was Tom's first visit into my dreams. I'd write him and tell him that he starred in my dream, but I'm not sure he would appreciate his role. And he might want to charge me royalties.
Dream 2/3/40
I have attempted to write out what happened in the dreams I had last night, but I cannot seem to put it into words. I just can't relate the weirdness of them. The best part was that there were two bad "agents" after this good agent. I believe the good agent was my wife... though I'm not 100% sure. I was trying to get to the good agent first to assist her. There was much machine gun fire, and I'm pretty sure I died about ten times, but it all turned out ok. I saw from a distance the good agent climb up an amusment park tower and take shelter in the look out room. I followed her up there and shortly behind me the two bad agents. It was only once in the look out room that I discovered why the good agent/my wife went there. She had a parachute and as soon as I arrived she did a platform dive to safety. The bad guys did not see this escape and thus they assumed that I was their target. I, however, could not jump out, and climbing back down would mean that I had to pass the baddies. So I waited and subsequently got shot a lot.
Some people assume that if you die in your dreams you die in reality. The theory is that your brain will not know how to deal with it's own demise and so it was shut down. I think this is a bunch of whoey. I mean seriously? We probably all die in our dreams over and over and over again. We just start new dreams and the old one is forgotten. I know I do. My brain treats it like a video game. If I did the dream skips back to a place earlier in the dream. Or sometimes I wake up.
Anyway, I kept skipping back to the place where Rebecca jumps out of the tower and I'm left to defend myself against the bad guys. So naturally I kept dying. It was rather frustrating. Finally I woke up, but I instantly fell back asleep. Only this time the game was reset and instead of climbing up the tower I learned it was my parents who had hired the hit men in an effort to stop my wife from interfering with the sale of the land we were chasing each other around on. But now the sale was final and we could all go out to dinner. So we did.
Tom Hanks did not show.
A few nights ago I had a dream where Tom Hanks was trying to seduce my cat. Do not consider the grossness of this idea. Just remember it was a dream and dreams are not reality. The rules are different, as well as the moral requirements.
So Tom Hanks had this ability to change his size... and of course he could speak cat, and in a very Pepe Le Pew like manner he would attempt to woo my cat. (The cat, incidentally, was not a cat I own in reality, though I do own 4.) And very much like Pepe Le Pew, this cat wanted nothing to do with Tom Hanks. I assume that she either did not know his status as a huge movie star, or she was not impressed. Or maybe she did not want to deal with the hassles of paparazzi in spite of her unyielding attraction.
So there was Tom, scarcely a foot and a half tall, running about after my bothered cat. At last she seemed to have shaken poor Tom and she remembered her special hiding place that even had a lock on the door. The lock could only be opened by a cat claw and thus she believed this to be the best place to hide until Mr. Hanks affections flittered away to some other feline or similarly domesticated mammal.
She sneaked into the closet, where this hiding place itself was hidden. She stuck her claw into the door of this cabinet, and ere she opened the first door did she see one triumphant Tom Hanks tossing a lasso around her neck and "encouraging" her into the dark privacy of her secret suite.
I awoke. This was Tom's first visit into my dreams. I'd write him and tell him that he starred in my dream, but I'm not sure he would appreciate his role. And he might want to charge me royalties.
Dream 2/3/40
I have attempted to write out what happened in the dreams I had last night, but I cannot seem to put it into words. I just can't relate the weirdness of them. The best part was that there were two bad "agents" after this good agent. I believe the good agent was my wife... though I'm not 100% sure. I was trying to get to the good agent first to assist her. There was much machine gun fire, and I'm pretty sure I died about ten times, but it all turned out ok. I saw from a distance the good agent climb up an amusment park tower and take shelter in the look out room. I followed her up there and shortly behind me the two bad agents. It was only once in the look out room that I discovered why the good agent/my wife went there. She had a parachute and as soon as I arrived she did a platform dive to safety. The bad guys did not see this escape and thus they assumed that I was their target. I, however, could not jump out, and climbing back down would mean that I had to pass the baddies. So I waited and subsequently got shot a lot.
Some people assume that if you die in your dreams you die in reality. The theory is that your brain will not know how to deal with it's own demise and so it was shut down. I think this is a bunch of whoey. I mean seriously? We probably all die in our dreams over and over and over again. We just start new dreams and the old one is forgotten. I know I do. My brain treats it like a video game. If I did the dream skips back to a place earlier in the dream. Or sometimes I wake up.
Anyway, I kept skipping back to the place where Rebecca jumps out of the tower and I'm left to defend myself against the bad guys. So naturally I kept dying. It was rather frustrating. Finally I woke up, but I instantly fell back asleep. Only this time the game was reset and instead of climbing up the tower I learned it was my parents who had hired the hit men in an effort to stop my wife from interfering with the sale of the land we were chasing each other around on. But now the sale was final and we could all go out to dinner. So we did.
Tom Hanks did not show.
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