I have been dreaming. I dream a lot. Usually the dreams I remember are a little disturbing. I will awake in the middle of the night, realize that I do have a place to live or that I am not late for work, pull the covers a little closer, and think pleasant thoughts to get back to sleep. The last two nights I have had pleasant dreams that I remember. They involve a farm in Maine. I once saw a farm in Maine that transfixed me. It is on the road that goes from the highway into Bar Harbor. I forget the name of the town it begins on, I am pretty sure it starts with an E, but the farm is etched in my mind. The farm has a house and a barn and pastures and is bordered by a fjord. I guess the main attraction is the fjord. The fjord means crabs, lobsters, and, if there is a sand bar, clams. A few pilings would mean mussels. The farm I dream of is not that farm. It has much more land with extensive pastures and woodlands. I think the reason I have been dreaming this is my latest fear. I think that food is going to be in short supply. I have had this fear before. More than once I have stockpiled food. I remember once going three days without food and the results are scary. You get extremely weak and start imagining things. The fear intesifies when you have children. There were many times when I wanted to quit the job I had but the thought would come "How am I going to feed the children?". I would hunker down, take the abuse, and wait for things to get better. Sandburg was right "P______, P______.". When you have children your childhood is over. It is time to be the person that cared for you. The farm is a dream, it will not come to fruition, but why Maine? It is a dismal state with only three seasons, Mud season, blackfly season, and Winter. Still the people are very nice and there is an abundance of snow angels. Living by a fjord may be a genetic dream but I am sure that Captain Fearless would want to park a sailboat there. I have resolved to never go out in a sailboat with him again! Despite what he thinks, the fact that there is two tons of lead in the keel is not reassuring. "Oh great, I am out here in a raging storm, in a boat made of lead!". Dreams, they are sometimes scary and sometimes nice, pull up the covers and snuggle back down. Life will go on.
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I have been dreaming. I dream a lot. Usually the dreams I remember are a little disturbing. I will awake in the middle of the night, realize that I do have a place to live or that I am not late for work, pull the covers a little closer, and think pleasant thoughts to get back to sleep. The last two nights I have had pleasant dreams that I remember. They involve a farm in Maine.
I once saw a farm in Maine that transfixed me. It is on the road that goes from the highway into Bar Harbor. I forget the name of the town it begins on, I am pretty sure it starts with an E, but the farm is etched in my mind.
The farm has a house and a barn and pastures and is bordered by a fjord. I guess the main attraction is the fjord. The fjord means crabs, lobsters, and, if there is a sand bar, clams. A few pilings would mean mussels.
The farm I dream of is not that farm. It has much more land with extensive pastures and woodlands.
I think the reason I have been dreaming this is my latest fear. I think that food is going to be in short supply. I have had this fear before. More than once I have stockpiled food. I remember once going three days without food and the results are scary. You get extremely weak and start imagining things. The fear intesifies when you have children. There were many times when I wanted to quit the job I had but the thought would come "How am I going to feed the children?". I would hunker down, take the abuse, and wait for things to get better.
Sandburg was right "P______, P______.". When you have children your childhood is over. It is time to be the person that cared for you.
The farm is a dream, it will not come to fruition, but why Maine? It is a dismal state with only three seasons, Mud season, blackfly season, and Winter. Still the people are very nice and there is an abundance of snow angels. Living by a fjord may be a genetic dream but I am sure that Captain Fearless would want to park a sailboat there. I have resolved to never go out in a sailboat with him again! Despite what he thinks, the fact that there is two tons of lead in the keel is not reassuring. "Oh great, I am out here in a raging storm, in a boat made of lead!".
Dreams, they are sometimes scary and sometimes nice, pull up the covers and snuggle back down. Life will go on.
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