Notes around an ancient circumstance

         Late afternoon. You are waiting at Kroger’s on Tylersville after a late lunch at Panera. Earlier you and Carol spent some time putting six shade plants in the ground out in your ‘woods’. More ferns and a few ‘toad flower plants’. Things like this make Carol excited – yard work – something you don’t have the same value attachment for.

         I did the digging as the ground is hard from lack of rain. Plus as there are many trees, their roots also exist. We need to buy a tree to take the place of the one we cut a few weeks ago. I don’t mind but as I am off the pills walking  down the hill and on the uneven stone path makes me a bit more anxious about accidently falling. It takes about a week for the pills to take their fuller effect and only a day or two for their use to markedly dissipate. I become physically older without use of the Celebrex or its generic equivalent no question about it. We both have colds for the first time in a couple of years. All the usual symptoms – which is the reason for Kroger’s today – tissues and over the counter cough medicines and the like, plus lunch meat and baked beans for lunches or suppers though last night I had cereal which to me is as good a light supper as any.

         I do not know if we are finished with scene six or not. I am thinking not. I don’t particularly like yesterday’s work as it seems, at least at first, like a cop-out. Yet, after consideration I don’t know what else I would have expected. It all comes down to a mental event that cannot be described with words, which under more usual circumstances I would attribute to imagination. It wasn’t even an ‘unworldly event’ – nothing at all supernatural-like. In some ways it reminds me of an imaginary ‘visionary-like’ event in which I swam upon a small rocky island and saw a huge snake that could easily swallow me whole. I understood that he was the way into the place (which I assumed at the time, may be Hell) – anyway, I chose to be eaten, so I could find out, and was so consumed, whole. (no gnashing of teeth as if he were a Grendel). I came out the snake’s other end at the other side of the rocky island as a dark splotched, cream-colored eggshell of all things, nothing inside that I can remember. Odd dream. One of several during those late eighties. I would call the ‘snake eaten affair’ wholly natural and imaginary.

         Perhaps, orndorff, as this unconscious event of yours contains no parts of speech, the stories you are being transcribed are but an outline, an outer parameter as it were, of the shape of the said event.

         I could not imagine such a thing as a shape in connection with the circumstance as it had no physical features. The pronoun ‘it’ does not work here either as one cannot have a pronoun without an antecedent. > Such silliness to even mention it in context. I do not have anything else to say.

         As such, you might as well post. – Amorella.

         I don’t care, Amorella. It is useless to talk about this, and in doing so the words are meaning less all the way around. I don’t want to talk about this ‘event’ business any more. Wordlessness. A writer might as well be dead as to think on such matters.