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Pipe Dream

If you can dream it, you can do it.

Walt Disney

A month ago I lost my job.  The phrase, “laid off due to reorganization” was used.

With this lay off the company arranged for me the opportunity to meet with a “human resources” organization. These are folks who were, at one time, members of the human resources department of their respective employers. Their goal, to help the recently laid off find a job by spiffing up their resumes and teaching them to answer those ever so difficult questions like “tell me about yourself” and “do you like to work alone or as a member of a team”. All of which can be found for free on the internet or your local department of Workforce Development (or whatever your state calls it). Since my former employer is paying for these talking heads I agreed to meet with the one selected for me: a soul without a dream.

That’s a hard phrase: “A soul without a dream” but it bears repeating. A soul without a dream.

During my first session, probably when I was asked “tell me about yourself”, I told this advisor that in high school I had dreamed of becoming an animator for Disney but that through the course of my life, and accepting some limitations, I adjusted my dreams. The response from this soul without a dream was, “I never had a pipe dream like that”.

A pipe dream. That statement has stuck in my craw since the moment it was spoken. No one should ever be told that their dream (no matter how old) is a pipe dream. It leaves a sick taste in the mouth and soul. It pushes the heart down and resentment up. How dare you. But as I have thought on it I began to feel sorry for the person who made the statement. How can you have never had a dream? Didn’t you want to fly in space? Be a cowboy, a doctor, a Broadway star? Didn’t you ever stand in front of an imaginary crowd singing your heart out wondering what it would be like to be a rock star? Did you really want to be an accountant when you grew up, a manager of the human services department? Why didn’t you have a dream? How could you not have a dream?

I’ll never work for Disney. That time has passed. But maybe, if one of my children stories ever gets published…maybe Disney will purchase the rights to animate it. So, there’s still a dream…and if you don’t have a dream….what do you have?Laughter is timeless dreams are forever quote Disney


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Dylan Thomas wrote: “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”.  It is this poem that I think of when loved ones and dear friends pass from this life.

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

A neighbor died Sunday.  I’ve known her since I was at least 4, perhaps younger.  All I know is that she’s always been there in the neighborhood.  I played with her children.  I ate at her table.  Her husband would take me along to the beach with their kids. I sat in on adult conversations she had with my mother on the porch.  Iced tea and coffee cake.

 “Do not go gentle into that good night”.

There are those who will say she’s at peace now and in heaven with God and her husband.  Yes. Perhaps, some find comfort in that.  I do not. The finality of death frightens me.  It always has.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light”.

She died in her sleep so she did not rage against the dying of the light.  I pray she had a pleasant dream as she passed on to eternal life.

God rest and God bless.


In my post about “Cage Free Eggs” I wrote the line “one can survive in a house without air-conditioning if you know how to play the weather”.  I was wrong.

Mother Nature seems to have read that line and chose to test me.  Starting on July 1st and lasting through July 6th my fair town had temperatures ranging between 94 and 103 degrees Fahrenheit. The temperatures mostly hovered around that 100 mark.   (Note: I do not have air-conditioning.) 

I managed just fine through July 3rd.  My trusty fans fought a valiant battle of pushing warm air around the house.  My spritzer bottle sprayed tepid water on my face and body to keep me “cool”.

And then it was the Fourth of July; Independence Day.  On that day we hit 103 degrees.  Our family had a cousin reunion in the park.  We gathered, we ate, we gave “air hugs” (too hot to touch), we talked.  A few little ones had water rockets and had joyous water fights. When I briefly got in the line of fire I wished they would have drenched me a little more.  After a few hours some of us retreated to our homes.  Mother Nature showed her power.

Temp In Garage July 4 2012

I was home by mid-afternoon and entered a house that was at 86 degrees.  I turned the fans on, stripped down to the “bare” necessities, and watched television.  The heat was unbearable.  I filled the tub with cool water and took a cold bath.  That cooled me for a short time.  By early evening, after eating a bowl of cereal for supper, I phoned my sister who has air-conditioning and told her I was coming over.  That’s where I spent my night.

Temp Eight blocks away, July 4 2012

On the 5th I thought I would be able to survive staying home and told my sister that was my intention.  I did okay, until I woke up at 1:30 a.m. and felt miserable.  Gratefully my sis didn’t mind the 2 a.m. call asking her to unlock her house so I could come over and crash for a few hours before I had to go to work. 


On the 6th, last night, when it was 103 degrees, I didn’t even pretend that I would stay home.  The weather gods had mentioned there would be a break in the weather but by 9:00 p.m. my house was still at 87 degrees so I went back to my sister’s.

This morning, thinking it would never cool down, I stepped outside to 75 degree temperature.  Oh, miracle of miracle!  There was blessed cool air, and north-westerly winds.  Thank you Mother Nature for sending relief.