My favorite cousin passed away 6 years ago from ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease).

Her Mom was my favorite Aunt and because my Aunt and Dad were so close, we played together a lot as kids. I didn't see a lot of her in middle school and high school because she was in a different school system on the other side of town. Usually she was with the guy she wound up marrying and having a family with... a guy who had been my friend since the first grade.

Life took us in different directions, but she finally bought a house just a few blocks from me and I got to see her on a fairly regular basis. Then she got sick, which I wasn't told about, only seeing her one more time before she passed away.

I still think fondly of her, whenever I go by either of our childhood homes or past the schools we attended. Great memories of great times over the years.

Last night I had an odd dream of her. We were both in our twenties and she was visiting my house. I was just getting out of the shower when I looked up and there she was, talking to me like it was no big deal. I started to turn around to grab a robe and she was naked, smiling at me. I gave her a hug and told her I'd always secretly wanted her, but that we couldn't do anything because we were family. She smiled a wicked little smile and said "Really?" and that's when I woke up.

And I know where this dream came from in my mind. After her youngest child left home to go away to college, I saw her out in a bar one night with friends of hers from where she worked and she was drunk. I don't know how the subject came up, but she told me she wanted to have another baby, that her husband didn't and she asked me to father a child with her... the old fashioned way. I played it off (nervously) and was really happy when her husband showed up to take her home.

I saw an old movie the other day starring Patty Duke. My cousin looked like a young Patty Duke. It stuck in my head and came out in the form of an erotic dream.

Simple. Case closed. Let's all just move along.

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Professional sports.

I've been doing without seeing them for months now.

Although I miss baseball, I've learned how to live without.

And just when there seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel...

MLB and the union can't agree on when to start over (you guessed it) money.

PLUS

Pro football players are testing positive for the coronavirus.

Oh well, back to movies and tv.

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I frequently have dreams where I'm walking through fantastic areas. Usually it's past mammoth houses, but last night I was walking over a highway that leads into town. It was torn up and had been so for so long that there was moss growing on lots of the concrete slabs jutting up.

Compared to the eeriness of the first one, the second was fairly simple:

I was walking around somewhere in Australia.

My mind is, to me, a truly marvelous place.

I read something interesting in the newspaper today.

Young people are having less sex.

According to the medical journal JAMA Network Open, published Friday a survey of 4,000 men and 5,000 women reports that frequency of sex among young people decreased from 18.9% to 30.9% among 18 to 24 year olds from the years 2000 to 2018.

The reason?

Adolescents and young people are taking longer to mature to adulthood.

I don't think the lack of sex bothers me, but taking longer to grow up definitely does.

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This song is deeply personal to me. I look back now and see that although at the time I was trying to pursue her, she would have come back to me if I had left her alone to sort out her problems.


The only loss over the years bigger has been the loss of my parents.

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This is an actual conversation this morning while in the shower:

(unidentified voice) - "Hello, maintenance."

Me: "I'm in the shower."

Maintenance: "I'm here to clean the filter in your air conditioner."

Me: "I don't use the air conditioner."

Silence for a moment, then:

Maintenance: "Oh, sorry. I see there's a note here that you clean your own."

Me: "Yep, it's next to the bed and too damn loud."

Maintenance: "Oh, okay. I'll lock up on the way out."

And then, apologetically: "Have a nice shower."

What a maroon.

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Now that I have firetv, retirement on the horizon looks better and better.

I watched the movie "Lovelace" yesterday. It's the true story of Linda Lovelace, who only did one porn movie, but it will forever be remembered: "Deep Throat".


Poor girl. I'm glad she had a (pun intended) happy ending.

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Vertigo...

the 'gift' that keeps on giving,

OR

A bad habit that just won't go away for good.

June 6, 1944. D Day 76th Anniversary. A good time to watch a great movie:


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