Friday night in Hoboken, 32°. I had a dream last night. My mother and I were down the shore, possibly Asbury Park. The only places I had been down the shore with my mom were Wildwood Crest and Cape May, never Asbury Park which would have been on its knees when my mother was still alive.

In the dream my mother and I were sitting near a building, trying to find some shade. Across from us was a family with a gigantic umbrella that they were sitting under. I asked them if we could join them and they said yes. It was perfect since the building my mother and I were sitting near had a few hornet nests very close by.

The obliging family sat back and I went into the water and when I came out I could not find anyone. It seems that my mother was at a motel called the Edge. It was a maze of hallways and staircases and not easy to actually see anyone I knew though they were around somewhere. It was then I set out trying to find my mother as I walked the boardwalk.

I somehow finagled a taxi on the boardwalk and we drove through a pavilion or arcade, stopping at a 2 or 3-story house that was half buried in the sand. I changed my clothes at some point and never found my mother again.

Bill kissed me goodbye as he left for work and I eventually roused myself out of bed. I generally make the bed as soon as I wake up. It is sometimes the only accomplishment of the day. I heard from Mike today and decided to head to his crib in Chilltown. That was fun.

I hadn’t seen him in about 2 weeks even though we talk daily on the phone. We hung out mainly, me being the father confessor. It’s fun and he’s adorable. Been through a lot and he reveals things through drips and drabs.

He loves to hear me talk. He really loves to hear Bill talk, and man can Bill talk. With my undiagnosed ADHD sometimes don’t hear everything Bill says but I do know the cadence of his speech and I recover nicely I think. Not always though.

I do find myself drowning in the pool of words and mentally grasping wildly trying to figure out what it was that he was talking about. I suppose that could be said of most couples who’ve been together for a long time, though sometimes it happens with Mike too, when he goes in deep with his handy tales of his past. It’s not them, it’s me and my undiagnosed ADHD.

At least that is the excuse of the day. Right now I am watching Play It Again, Sam. Tony Roberts died today and I mainly know him through Woody Allen movies. This one has Tony Roberts, and Diane Keaton and was written by Woody Allen who is the lead. It’s free on Kanopy but my first choice was Annie Hall, though Tony Roberts has more lines in Play It Again, Sam.

Dick : [On the phone] Let me tell you where you can reach me, George. I’ll be at 362-9296 for a while; then I’ll be at 648-0024 for about fifteen minutes; then I’ll be at 752-0420; and then I’ll be home, at 621-4598. Yeah, right George, bye-bye.
Linda : There’s a phone booth on the corner. You want me to run downstairs and get the number? You’ll be passing it.