I am talking to a yacht dealer. He is making available for me for a test sale a huge, all white 40ft+ yacht. Everything on this yacht is purportedly perfect. It is stored completely immersed in fresh, distilled water with all its sails up. I am looking at it while it is on its trailer behind a truck, ready for launch. I am thinking, I cannot afford the asking price! No way! How can I go forward with a test sail? Suddenly Judy appears. She doesn't appear ready for a new adventure. Suddenly, my parents appear. They clearly don't think I deserve another boat any more than I deserved any other boats in my past.I wake up.
Suddenly the yacht on the trailer comes more into focus. It is an enlarged E-33! It's an E-40! Slenderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
E Boats
Dream:
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Cousin!
Cuz!
Thanks for the wonderful card. It cheered us considerably. I especially like the artistic rendering of the Rockies' baseball stadium. I'm so glad they named it Coors' Field - after my native beer! I'm going to put it up in my office at work to remind myself of my roots. (Because Denver is the closest I think major league baseball will ever come to Colorado Springs!)
Yeah TW is quite a girl. She is suffering incredible pain just walking and standing. And she has to bear up worry about my sorry ass, too. It often comes to me, although I don't often dwell on it for obvious reasons: What might have come of me if I hadn't snatched her up just in the nick of time (40 years ago) to become part of my life? She definitely saved me from a short and dismal life.
Instead, I am death warmed over at the ripe old age of 70 (minus one month!). Trying to come to terms with appending loss. Loss of strength, endurance, wealth, boating. Gravity gets us all in the long run, my dear Cousin. Everyday, I ask myself the same old question with different predicate adjectives attached:
Cousin, I don't know how I got so far off on this tangent. All I really wanted to write about was your computer education? How soon are going to be "computer literate" enough to begin sending us email so we don't have to keep licking these silly old stamps. Have you set goals? Howabout:
Emailing tomorrow! Blogging next week!
Well, since this is pony express, I have to end it now in time for the express pony's arrival; otherwise I could keep this jumble of words around a bit longer and refine some expressions and curb some of the more excessive phrasings. In order to cheer the tone this letter up a little it has been necessary to include some shots of a sea lion (we named Tipperary) which climbed on the stern of Psyche's Song a few days ago. Yeah the winds have been that light and our races have been that slow! The really nice thing Tipperary did was to jump off after about 20 minutes, swim around to other boats, only to come back and jump back on Psyche's Song's stern! Can you beat that for an endorsement?
Thanks for the wonderful card. It cheered us considerably. I especially like the artistic rendering of the Rockies' baseball stadium. I'm so glad they named it Coors' Field - after my native beer! I'm going to put it up in my office at work to remind myself of my roots. (Because Denver is the closest I think major league baseball will ever come to Colorado Springs!)
Yeah TW is quite a girl. She is suffering incredible pain just walking and standing. And she has to bear up worry about my sorry ass, too. It often comes to me, although I don't often dwell on it for obvious reasons: What might have come of me if I hadn't snatched her up just in the nick of time (40 years ago) to become part of my life? She definitely saved me from a short and dismal life.
Instead, I am death warmed over at the ripe old age of 70 (minus one month!). Trying to come to terms with appending loss. Loss of strength, endurance, wealth, boating. Gravity gets us all in the long run, my dear Cousin. Everyday, I ask myself the same old question with different predicate adjectives attached:
- Will this be my last dinner with Judy?
- Will this be my last shower?
- Will this be my last day at work?
- Will this be my last dog walk?
- Will this be my last dream? Will this be my last boat race?
- Will this be the last sentence I type on a keyboard?
- Will this be my last thought?
Cousin, I don't know how I got so far off on this tangent. All I really wanted to write about was your computer education? How soon are going to be "computer literate" enough to begin sending us email so we don't have to keep licking these silly old stamps. Have you set goals? Howabout:
Emailing tomorrow! Blogging next week!
Well, since this is pony express, I have to end it now in time for the express pony's arrival; otherwise I could keep this jumble of words around a bit longer and refine some expressions and curb some of the more excessive phrasings. In order to cheer the tone this letter up a little it has been necessary to include some shots of a sea lion (we named Tipperary) which climbed on the stern of Psyche's Song a few days ago. Yeah the winds have been that light and our races have been that slow! The really nice thing Tipperary did was to jump off after about 20 minutes, swim around to other boats, only to come back and jump back on Psyche's Song's stern! Can you beat that for an endorsement?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Dream: It Takes The Cake
With interpolations but no embellishments.
I worked for a large company on a very small Mediterranean or Carribean Island. Mid-morning one day, a large one-layer cake appeared on a table. It remained for about 90 minutes, unexplained and untouched. Finally a fat man, prominent in the company, and his girl friend helped themselves to modest servings from a corner of the cake. Within minutes they fell sick. I ordered that the cake be removed from the room. I am not clear what became of it. I am aware that the pair who ate from it were dead within a day. Much later, the cake was traced to a passenger on a a cruise ship which had left port the same day as when the cake appeared. For years later, whenever the same cruise ship staged a port call at the island, it was greeted with measurably more enthusiasm on the part of natives or locals than was the case with other similar arrivals.
I worked for a large company on a very small Mediterranean or Carribean Island. Mid-morning one day, a large one-layer cake appeared on a table. It remained for about 90 minutes, unexplained and untouched. Finally a fat man, prominent in the company, and his girl friend helped themselves to modest servings from a corner of the cake. Within minutes they fell sick. I ordered that the cake be removed from the room. I am not clear what became of it. I am aware that the pair who ate from it were dead within a day. Much later, the cake was traced to a passenger on a a cruise ship which had left port the same day as when the cake appeared. For years later, whenever the same cruise ship staged a port call at the island, it was greeted with measurably more enthusiasm on the part of natives or locals than was the case with other similar arrivals.
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