I had a dream last night, or actually sometime this morning. I don’t remember any of it now except that I went into a building and I was going to go talk to the “brains” behind the business. I walked down a narrow hallway, turned right into the office, and there she was. Odd thing is, even though the face wasn’t quite right, I felt like it was my sweetie who passed away last year. I just knew it was her and I held her and I kissed her and my heart was full to almost breaking. I couldn’t believe that my love and I were once again reunited. The feeling of completeness was overwhelming. And then I woke up with tears in my eyes.

Life has been kind of hard and it just doesn’t seem to be getting any better. I have been feeling guilty about things I have done, things I haven’t done, and things that I don’t want to do. The saying that “youth is wasted on the young” is no joke. The road ahead just seems to lead to more pain and suffering, for those around me and for myself. I keep putting one foot in front of the other, but one really starts to lose the motivation to do so. I can truly understand it now when someone reaches a point in life and decides that it is time to die.

There was an episode of Northen Exposure where a woman, Nedra Larkin, decided that her body was “winding down.” She was at peace with it, but Joel, the doctor, would not have it. He examined her and found her in perfect health, Still, she had all her family and friends over to say goodbye, and in spite of Joel’s belief that she was not dying, she does die. Strange how shows and movies that you have seen before take on different shades of meaning as you get older and as you experience more of life. If I were Joel, a young man, I would see the situation the same way he did. Being me, at this point in my life, I totally understand where Nedra was coming from, and can see such a day in my future.

Sometimes it doesn’t seem to matter much whether that day is sooner rather than later.

The Joy of Hate – Greg Gutfeld

The title of this book is, I believe, a bit misleading. You would be better off relying on the subtitle – “How to Triumph Over Whiners in the Age of Phone Outrage.” Going by that and the essays in the book, Greg Gutfeld and I agree on many things.

The hate that there is a joy for in the book is the hate of hyperbole, intolerance and idiocy, as well as a few other subjects. I am as tired as Greg Gutfeld of all the political correctness and instant outrage over insignificant incidents and comments. It is as though the internet has bred a whole new line of human being unable to think for themselves and ready to assume the worst at the drop of a . . . anything.

However, while I appreciate the attitude, I did get a little tired of the constant asides that Greg uses. While I understand that it is part of his style, at least in this book, it got a little tedious. Still, that didn’t keep me from appreciating the subject matter.

(Finished 1/16/15)