Notes - You gotta have the dough / ringless partners

Up early for you. You picked up the two papers, had breakfast and read the paper in the process. Carol just got up and it is not even seven yet. You were thinking about Trinity Site in White Sands, New Mexico and the heartansoulanmind as a sort of trinity also, more casually in Life, but a necessity when Dead.

         This morning just before awakening I had another dream, this time near Alum Creek’s Main Street bridge. My hands, particularly the right one, was plastic thin, like a grocery bag and my last three fingers were plasticized together as if they were in a glove. I could feel the fingers as separate but looking at them they were thin and flat, a mitten with no fingers possible let alone probable.

         I am thinking, this is how it will be for the Dead in the story. ‘Marked’ they will lose their sense of being three dimensional – realize they are two dimensional (flat) but have a built in concept for when they were three-dimensional and Dead, not three dimensional when alive. They will ‘know’ the difference but perhaps become confused by this quantum state of mind and body memory.

         Perhaps this is how it is for the Living also. Three-dimensional with a time sense yet an ancestral memory of pre-life, of flatness and being as body-mittened, a cookie sheet of uncut cookie, flat uncut cookie-like heartansoulanmind.

         Whatever works in imagination’s center for a sense of spacelessness and timelessness and enough dough to get things done. Post. – Amorella.

Almost twenty-one hundred hours. You had errands and a late lunch at Longhorn, one of your favorite places for a medium well done steak covered with cooked onions and mushrooms along with a side baked potato with butter. More errands, home, the nightly news and a catch up of a couple of enjoyable TV programs with your married partner, Carol.

         It is funny. Back in 2004 I had my stomach banded at Jewish Hospital in Kenwood. I had lost a hundred and twenty some pounds and was able to get my wedding ring off for the first time in thirty years. The finger was swollen. Anyway, I never put it back on, and Carol never put hers back on either. We still have them, but I feel freer and yet more satisfactorily married with a ringless partner than a wife wearing a couple of rings. Anyway, we’re still quietly best friends, so it is working.

        

         Good place to end the day, old man. Post. – Amorella.