Last night was the first night in weeks I didn’t need air conditioning. Hate room air conditioners; love my Sharper Image bladeless fans with Ionizers and a mode that sounds like ocean waves and lulls me to sleep.
Last week I dreamed that I was living in a house in Queens with a carpenter; a really beautiful Tudor house with much glass and the carpenter looked like a combination of Jon Bon Jovi, Kevin Bacon and Daniel Day Lewis, a few years ago. He broke up with me. I’m not sure if I really woke up and told myself to redo the dream, or if I was sleeping when I said that. But I redid the dream and guess what? The outcome was the opposite, and actually went 20 years into the future to show that we were still together.
Last night I dreamed that I was in a room with Woody Allen, doing everything possible not to have sex with him. It was kind of sickening. Have no idea what these dreams mean. Not sure I want to know what last night’s dream meant.
On another subject entirely recently I have been reading many new or new to me blogs. Frogma is one of my favorites, because it’s about kayaking on the Hudson River which is my backyard. Not that I see it from my apartment view; but I do get the salt air. Here’s to somebody who lives the total Manhattan experience.