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I woke up at 1:30am today. I was screaming and I remembered that I took some poison in the dream, and I would die very soon. So I screamed and mum came to me,i told her that I was about to end . I mean I was still in my dream when she came to me. I wanted to tell her my things cos I thought I would die. I didn't realize it was a dream.

Have a wonderful Mother's Day.

After your 4th glass, be sure to come back here and whine.

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If you were to become aware of the only one mental dynamic, the most important one to know would be the relationship between your thinking and the way you feel. it's important to realize that you are constantly thinking. Thinking is like breathing, unless you think about it, you don't realize you're doing it. Unlike breathing, however, forgetting that you are thinking can cause some serious problems haha in your life such as in happiness, anger, inner conflicts, and stress. The reason this is true is that your thinking will always come back to you as a feeling. There is a point-to-point relationship. try getting angry without an angry thought, or sad without a sad thought or jealous without thoughts of jealousy. You can't do it. you must first have a thought that produces that feeling. Unhappiness doesn't and can't exist on its own. Remind yourself that its your thinking that is negative not your life.

... the old reformed communist leader is 88, and in failing health. Did grant a rare interview to the Beeb, where he warned, again, of the dangers of atomic war. He tried to reform the economic system in his country, but of course corruption had the stronger hand. New oligarchs, with tight relations to the new pols, and the military, quickly took over. Mineral, pipeline and oil concerns, circumventing fairer neonationalization, were scooped up for kopeks on the rubble. The lumpen proletariat are on the whole better off, it's true, but almost all are still struggling for their daily bread, oily Wodya, not to mention western jeans. And increasingly, the West is seen as a threat to Mother Russia. Natoization of former slave states, almost all now with bustling economies, under more democratic rule, and much more,---reunite age old fears of encirclment and domination. And the important treaties worked out in wisdom and good faith between Gorbachov and that prototrumpian monster Reagan, are due to expire. Recall how the ueber left and biased media fretted that the Gipper would BRING ON nuclear war, in the day, rather than make it less likely. Anyone see similarities to the now three year, serially failing, attacks to overturn by coup, the 2016 election? There are much more auspicious pictures of life for our children today. These weapons should be cut back to only a very few, for tactical. not strategic purposes, in each nuclear power. A pleasant start to improve the world. then we can get on to other real problems. Such as?????

I've watched this many years ago and this always make my 10 year old son laugh...the sound of it is priceless.

OK, Jarred 1!

The gig is up! I am commenting on your fantastic blog about "Respecting your Parents".

This is one of the best blogs ever! I am so fortunate and blessed that I have wonderful children and they NEVER disrespect me. But for those children that have no time for their parents then maybe this will wake them up.

And I am also fortunate and blessed that my parents were so wonderful, too. I am ashamed that I cannot say I wasn't a rascal with my Mother, though. But like the old man in the film she was patient and she NEVER held it in my face when I was sassy with her.

When she was 95 years old I was again fortunate and blessed to hold her in my arms and tell her how much I loved her. By this time her age clouded her memory and sometimes she would ask me who I was! Hee Hee! I was fortunate and blessed that God gave me this wonderful woman as a Mother!

When I would tell her who I was she would open her eyes wide and say. "Gee, Eddie! You sure are old". This darling comment Mother made has become a family traditional joke that we all get a good chuckle over.

Jarred, thanks for this. We all needed it!!

THE NIGHT my father died in England, me and my brothers were ripped from sleep in that same room at a disorienting, early hour. I still remember the lightbulb’s harsh flare.

My brothers were summoned to the kitchen. I was left wee and cold among the thrown-back blankets, straining to catch snatches of the low agonised talk that had invaded the house. I heard “massive heart attack”, “bringing him home”, “coffin closed”.

They said I was too small to be at the funeral.

The house soured after that. My mother fell into a dark eclipse that let out neither brightness nor warmth. Thick shadows seemed to gradually fill the rooms, forcing expulsions. Seeing too much, saying too little, I endured a long, growing up wait until escape.

I administer two legacies now. A house that sits boarded up, awaiting sale, empty save for one back room, filled to bursting with oddments. I can never get around to its clearing.

And I have memories that have blended with imagination to take on, in their frequent revisiting, the surreal quality of recurrent dream.

In one such journey, I see myself creeping with coin in hand, moving clumsily in the dark around shrouded furniture to disinter my moneybox once more.

But when I press my penny down, up out of the black cloak comes a man’s face unsettlingly familiar and not unlike my own, and a grip I cannot resist seizes the hand that holds my offering and pulls me downwards into a deep and whispering dark.

My granny was right: “Sure, that oul’ thing’ll only scar’ the child.”

It's a sad day between Vegas and now Tom Petty has past away . Life is short be sure to tell your family you love them. Be kind to each other. My heart is broken because of all the violence in the world this is not how it is supposed be we should be taking care of each other. .

Mom turned 84 years old yesterday. She has been married to Dad over 60 years but hasn't been able to see him since our world changed. The not knowing if he is being cared for as well as the worry about the new world hasn't torn her mind down but it shows in her weight. Before Dad fell ill she weighed about 115 then slowly went down to 70 pounds which is all skeleton with a thin drapery of skin hanging. The virus has earned a name for the weight gain since the lockdown called the Covid15. On the bright side even Mom gained 8 pounds but siblings and I gained the Covid15.

All 7 of us sibling (which includes their mates), my daughter, Mom and myself (total of 9) dined on a catered dinner plus the damn cake & ice cream. The greatest thing about this birthday is my daughter, unbeknowst to anyone, called the facility Dad was in and got permission to take Mom to the outside window of Dad's room. My daughter went at lunch time, told her Nana I'm taking you to lunch and surprised her by taking her to the nursing center. Then over the dinner, love & laughter we had the wonderful story of how great Dad is doing.

Mom getting to see her husband in clean clothes, clean shaven sitting in a wheel chair will bring her comfort for days to come. They talked through the closed window to his room. The old people's homes will probably be some of the last sites to open.

After getting to share that time with my family and writing this story I think I just got wet. What a climatic feeling to enjoy.

Hope everyone and all you love stays safe.

I am not sharing the story of how I almost killed my dog. Bella is okay now but I damn sure thought I lost her at one point. I can't relive that story but I can bask in the gratitude she is okay.