Friday Morning

Maybe I should just start counting on a late nine o'clock breakfast, unless I was onto something last night about my biorhythms adjusting back to an early bedtime. Which didn't happen last night. I ended up staying up till close to midnight anyway, and then when I did go to bed, I found myself in one of those insomniac ruts: no matter how tired I was, it was obvious that sleep was going to be the last thing that happens for quite a while. So, I got back up and finished streaming an episode of "West Wing" on Netflix.

I did wake up this morning with a couple of snippets of dreams. In one, I run into Jake, from PolitiCartoons, he wanted to borrow $9,000, and it had to be in bonds only. I had to confess that I was running a little short, especially in the bonds department. He took it in good stride. The other dream was more unsettling. Pop was talking to me on the phone. I apparently made a mistake doing something, based on my misunderstanding of what he said - the misunderstanding being more his fault than mine. He was highly upset, and in quite a menacing voice he told me to get out of the house, that he doesn't want me living here anymore.

These snippets don't make much sense to me. I haven't felt any anxiety about being forced out of the house in a good number of years. That I am not in Jake's uptown world also hasn't been particularly upsetting to me in a long time. I think about the previous night's college dream, and that, too, seems to be about a long-ago resolved issue. I am tempted to think that my subconscious just wants to show me all the problematic issues that I have outgrown at this late stage of my life. In some respects, I am a long way from the 1990s.

And how about the Lane dream, while I am at it. I don't really feel that that pain is as resolved as the other matters, though, in a meaningful sense, I suppose it is. It is true that I no longer harbor any expectations or hopes of a sex life; yet, I cannot help feeling that loss more than I do the others. I don't really dream about becoming successful in a career or in art anymore, but, although I do not look to have a sex life, I cannot help continuing to have such fantasies and to feeling the loss of that in my life.

I am probably just connecting dots that are not meant to be connected. Oh, I imagine there is a relationship among all these things, but I probably have too few of the pieces of the puzzle to be able see a real picture.

Bees

I figured there had to be a beehive around. I had seen a bee picking up a string of grass on the patio and then flying off as though it were too busy to be screwing around - busy at work at something. And there it was: the biggest hive I've seen yet stuck onto our house. It was stuck on Pop's window. I gave it a good dousing. Yet, I don't feel truly relieved. There were no bees around. That was too odd, especially for such a large and growing concern. I fear that it was abandoned for a better location, elsewhere on our house, and that it will make this one look like a tiny efficiency apartment. I will have to give another look this evening, I guess.

Water

Oh shit, they did shut down the water. They didn't care to say a damn thing. There was another big leak, and they are plowing up Hill Street. At least I already had taken my shit, but this was just dumb luck. The worse case scenario, I guess, is that we will be shut down for a few hours. That shouldn't be too hard. At least it has been a long time since we've had this trouble. I remember when it used to be a regular thing a few years back.

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1630

Wow, now we get a phone call about an interruption in our water service - when it is already shut off! That is helpful. Your tax dollars at work for you.

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1810

And now Kay is here. She and Pop are going to Shiner tomorrow. This could get messy if the water doesn't start flowing pretty soon. On the other hand, if the water stays off a little longer, maybe they will go out to eat tonight, which would be a break for me.

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1900

And with a little helpful prodding on my part, off they go.

Sammy

Sammy lying down in shadow on the patio table with his head up and looking about. The big, ash-colored man-cat looks so handsome, even a little imperial.

Jack

Jack dropped by. At first I thought they were going to take the car, but it was only Jack. He and Pop stayed on the driveway and had a hearty chat, like it was a matter with some meat to it. I must say it again, Jack is fortunate in his good-looks, notwithstanding the modest height. You know how middle-age tends to broaden you (even if you were already plenty broad to begin with). In Jack's case, it appears to only fill him out better. He looks only more manly. In particular, he seemed more broad-shouldered, but that might have been the jacket - and one can wonder why he would be wearing a jacket on a summer afternoon, even if there is a slight autumnal mellowing in the air. My half-brother. The other half is apparently the stronger half. Ah, mother! What one night's infidelity can do to people's lives.

Time Lapse

"Time Lapse" (2014), directed by Bradley King, starring Danielle Panabaker. If it were a novel, it would be pulp-fiction, pulp-sci-fi, but very exciting pulp. I think the plot-holes are like sink holes, if you insist on focusing on them, but if you suspend disbelief and just accept what they are throwing at you ... well, I certainly found it to be one of the best movie experiences that I have had in a long time, as far as suspenseful movies go. I am not sure that it is something that would make it into my collection of 're-watchables', something I'd like to see over and over again, at least once a year, such being the nature of even good suspense movies - often good for only one fun, wild ride. There's no nudity to help it out in that regard. But I'm sure I would like to see it again sometime. Danielle is pretty and sweet in that dream-girl sort of way.