A lovely morning. April is moving along. As MJ reminded us, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Time is a bit like a rollercoaster. While enjoying the thrill of the ride, we lose perspective of where we are. As you take sharp corners and ride on your side or upside down, it is impossible to rely on your internal compass.

The Old Man has vivid dreams. At times, he wonders if what he just experienced was a dream. Our days seem like dreams, and our dreams appear to be reality. Bizarre utterances from powerful people are nightmares.

I have watched Dr. Strangelove on numerous occassions I never considered it as a primer for future history. 1984 by George Orwell seemed dreamlike in the beginning…now it is reality.

Puttering about as time carries us along on a rapid, scary ride. Some things we see are little more than a blur. ‘Oh my goodness…was that mom and dad?’ Jane said. ‘It seems as if I am just getting started…I am old,’ Jane continued. ‘I thought I had too many plans…time ran out,’ Jane mused.

‘I had a dream where I was a kid again in first grade class,’ Chet said. ‘I had my little ball cap on, and Mrs. K said to hang it in the cloak room,’ Chet laughed. ‘There were rules regarding hats in those halcyon days,’ Chet grinned. ‘It was fun seeing movies at the Orpheum Theatre,’ Chet noted. ‘The simplicity of life has returned to me in my golden years,’ Chet explained. ‘So many things that consumed my time and attention evaporated like smoke,’ Chet whispered. ‘Now I like the rollercoaster…the hills and valleys are exciting,’ Chet winked.