Observations on quality time with my 84 year old father, day -3
• Someone asked me if I had dreamt about my mom yet. Nope, but first night back home I dreamt that my wife and I ran into Phillip Seymour Hoffman. The three of us ended up in an alcove together where we exchanged condolences (he for my mother and me for his “brother”. Hey, what do you want: it’s a dream!) He was unassuming but for some reason or another, my wife kissed him on the lips. Not a full on wet tongue kiss, or even a big lip lock, but a hesitant little lip to lip moment. Afterwards, she was taken aback by herself. I don’t know if she was confused by his celebrity or overwhelmed by her natural sense to be supportive, but I thought one of them was hitting on the other. I told my sister, the addictions therapist, about the dream, and she said that some people believe that we are all the characters in our dreams, each a part of us. She also said that Phillip was my addiction speaking. I was mostly happy that my wife and I were hitting on each other. When I woke up, I dumped the rest of the vodka down the drain.
• I’ve been asked to read some of my observations on Dr. Mara Karpel’s internet radio program on the elderly and aging next Sunday. If you’ve had enough Easter egg hunting for one day, listen in. I’ll post a link with details soon.
• Dusty, Arthur Alexander and Ringo (at 1:11). Good combo:
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