Why Now?

I dreamed that I was due to meet The Amazing Bob. We were looking for a new, more affordable, apartment in Boston. Not a simple feat (comparatively, Hercules had it easy). First I had to make it there on time, through all the heinous construction caused traffic. It felt like I never would. There were towers going up every-damn-where. It felt like I’d never reach him. 

Eventually, I did though. We looked in the less pricey sections of town first. Anything in Brighton? Nope, nada. How about Roxbury? No dice. 

We were then off to the near suburbs. Arlington? Not a chance – too expensive. Somerville? Negative, it’s become hip, trendy and beyond our cabbage limit. Watertown? That ship sailed long ago.

We hooked up with our friend Hillel, hoping that he might know someone who knew someone who could hook us up. We were on a beach and started covering him with sand. Why? Wouldn’t that impede his ability to help us? Huh, guess so. I suppose that's all symbolic and shit, eh?

Why am I having this dream now, especially when I’m, quite happily, shacked up with Ten?

• Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of TAB taking that last train for the coast.
• Note these two sentences, “First I had to make it, in time, through all the heinous construction caused traffic. It felt like I never would.” Yeah, that’s the part of me that’s still trying to reach him and feeling bad and guilty that I can’t. I should’ve left earlier to make it in time. I should’ve done something so’s he’d live longer.
  

Life moves on. Death is part of life. I’m not Queen of the Universe, able to fix everything…dammit. And blah, blah, blah.

Meantime, there are impatient cats who must be fed. NOW!