Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

  • Mood:
  • Music:

the center of which has been abandoned by the ego

It is in the flow 6:50 AM Monday morning. I got up around 6:15 AM. I got up because I heard Rudy wanting to go outside to go to the bathroom. So I got up let him out the front door. It is suppose to be a sunny day today. I plan to mow our lawn today and put away the hoses. There is no need any longer to water plant growth, so I will put away the water hoses for another year. The seasons go by so quickly as you get older.

Yesterday I got a hair cut and my beard trimmed around 11 o'clock AM. I was home from Great Clips around 11:15 AM. My wife got home from church around 11:45 AM. We had lunch and the day slowly went by. Carol went to bed around 3 o'clock PM since she had to work one more shift before being off 27 days. She leaves tomorrow for Arizona. I spent the afternoon wandering the house and reading from these two books-

"Anti-Odeipus Capitalism and Schizophrenia" by Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari

"Stories In An Almost Classical Mode" by Harold Brodkey

Carol got up around 6 o'clock PM. She left for work around 7:50 PM. I spent the evening messing with our main computer and reading, "Stories In An Almost Classical Mode" by Harold Brodkey. I read late into the night and now it is another day to see what happens.

These days I am basically waiting for my wife to leave for the Southwest. I am wondering how I will do being alone for 17 days. I am not sure what I will do. I took out money out of my Edwards Jones account in case I decide to go places while my wife is far away. I might visit different independent bookstores while my wife is gone. I might go for long walks at different parks along Lake Michigan/take pictures of the Lake. I might go out for dinner someplace nice and romantic. I might also just stay home and wait for it to be over. I never know how I will react to certain things since I have discovered over the years there places deep within us that we are not conscious of/dark places where pain and chaos can spring/irrupt up and take us for a journey into the unknown.

I always have here at home/my cell books, music and solitude to protect me from the surrounding chaos/here I can seek the Lord in a contemplative state/read the Bible and sit in silence/shut down the house and wait for the Light to appear.

Well I will close to makes a fresh pot of coffee and write in my paper diary. There is no way of escape.

"[17] For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
[18] While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal." Second Corinthians 4:17,18

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.