May 11th, 2017

the impression of spontaneity

It is 9:20 AM Thursday morning here by Lake Michigan. It is a brisk sunny morning. It is suppose to rain sometime today.

I got up this morning around 6 o'clock AM. I got up made myself a small pan of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I made a fresh pot of coffee and wrote in my paper diary. Carol got home from work around 8:35 AM and has gone to bed for the day. She is now off from work four nights.

I have been wandering the house and read this morning from a book I read last night titled, "Mad Enchantment: Claude Monet And The Painting Of The Water Lilies" by Ross King. I also made a video this morning for BookTube on French Impressionism.

Last night I made a video for my BookTube channel and read, "Mad Enchantment: Claude Monet And The Painting Of The Water Lilies" by Ross King till my bedtime.

I have nothing to do today wait it out. I do not feel like going anywhere this morning. I will close to drift.
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severe brain trauma

I recently was shown a photo of a fellow who last year was in a car wreck and was badly injured. This fellow suffered severe brain trauma. He was in the hospital for a long time. When he was released he went home to a wife and a small child. I once met this fellow a couple of years ago. The fellow was tall, red hair and had a very intelligent face/bright eyes. I recently saw a photo of this fellow now and I was shocked at the change! Now the fellow has a blank expression in his face. He is now gone. The fellow lost his personality. I feel so sad for this young man. I feel sad for his wife who now has a shell for a lover husband. The man she married is gone and all is left is someone she did not marry. Now this young wife has a man who has suffered severe brain trauma and needs constant care. How do you make love to someone husband who is gone? The fellow is now a blank. It all makes me sad. I can't shake the image of that photo of the fellow now. He looks confused and has gained a huge amount of weight.

Before the fellow had his terrible injured he was slim and bright, now he is overweight and a child mentally. I feel so sad thinking of that young wife with a mentally brain damaged husband and a small child to take care of. This morning I was thinking when we marry someone it is for life/for better or worse/sickness and death. If one is a Christian how do you forsake the one you married after suffering severe brain trauma? Now I suppose the young wife loves her husband like she would love a damaged friend. Maybe the young wife loves her husband remembering what he was the day they got married/try to remember when they made love the first time. It is all too sad for me to think about as my wife and I get older and older. I hate to see myself someday not knowing my wife. I hate to be a old man with not a clue what is going on in this dead world.
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