1. When I visited my mother-in-law in the hospital and my father-in-law came in to hold her hands and tell her that she’d had a stroke, I thought it very curious that I could see/feel her aura/energy field but not his. I should have known exactly what that meant – that he was about to leave this plane of existence. I’m not in the habit of doubting myself when I see that, but his proximity to her made another explanation possible in my mind: that her energy was somehow enough for the both of them to have been living on and would continue. Her aura wasn’t at all weak, despite the fact that she was recovering from a stroke.
Still, it was puzzling. I’d never seen anyone’s energy carrying the full weight of someone else. So I told Jeb what I did know for sure: that if she died (which I don’t see her doing any time soon), then he would die within the day. She could live on without him, but not he without her… which was true enough, I suppose, but not the whole truth, only what I saw.
He had a heart attack last Monday, was taken to the hospital, and put on life support. He had a living will though so when he hadn’t regained consciousness or shown any sign of improvement whatsoever on Wednesday, they took him off life support. His heart and breathing stopped within less than a minute. He must have already left his body before it even arrived at the hospital.
He’s agnostic, so had no religious requirements for his funeral. He’s being cremated and his ashes scattered from a boat or a pier in his favorite fishing spot.
What a difference a week or two can make. One moment you’re here, the next you’re gone. Many of us aren’t ready yet… still have so much to do… but I think he was. There lay no unsettledness in his wake. I have no inkling of what he came here for, maybe it was his work as a doctor. I didn’t know him well enough to judge. But whatever it was, he was content with it and so was she, incidentally. That’s the best any of us can hope for.
2. I dreamt last night of… Hm. There was a group of us travelling around a forest that was like a country unto itself. The giant trees were hollow and people lived in them or used them as fortresses.
I had two partners: one called Urich, whom I was travelling with; another referred to by him and my other travelling companions simply as “The Witch.”
Humph. I thought I was The Witch, but I guess she was witchery than me and Ulrich was in a jealous snit about her presence in my life which, by the way, was curious in its own right. I’m straight after all. She was a friend, not a lover, but Ulrich was certain she was my lover. GAH.
The fact that I was having anything at all to do with someone like Ulrich was far more baffling. He was a gun nut that loved war games and killing. He was one that had made a fortress out of a hollow tree and a deadly cannon out of a hollow branch that he enjoyed shooting at people. I was really furious at him about that just as he was at me for having “the Witch” in my life that he was somehow keeping me separated from. We were fighting bitterly up in that tree and… Jeb, I think, was trying to keep us from cudgeling each other our wooden staffs.
Dumb dream. Glad I woke up.
3. Headlines I saw this weekend: Norwegian Woman Fighting Jail Sentence for Reporting Rape. Yeah, you read that right. And this was in Dubai, which prides itself for being semi-libral/egalitarian/Westernized. NOT. Lest anyone forget it, it is still very much a part of Dar Islam… and I don’t mean that in a good way. It is very Islamist to arrest female victims of rape. In some parts of Dar Islam, they are even executed by being stoned to death for the “crime” of illicit sex, even though it wasn’t their choice. Pisses me the hell off! But Dubai just arrests them. It’s still ass backwards justice. Islamist sexism. What a piece of sh*ty work! Well, Dubai, we needed this reminder from you, didn’t we, that Dubai should not be considered a member of the civilized world. Fancy our almost forgetting that! GRRRR….
ADDENDUM: The Norwegian woman that was arrested in Dubai for reporting rape has just been released due, apparently, to the fact that she went public about it, thereby tarnishing Dubai’s attempt at putting for a Westernized image for the sake of commerce. See: http://worldnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/07/22/19614040-i-have-my-life-back-alleged-rape-victims-16-month-jail-term-axed?lite. Yes, they were embarrassed and justly so. Sometimes it takes an outside reaction to realize when you’re doing something wrong. I hope this makes thing better for the women of Dubai as well and isn’t just a flight of passing dimplomacy.
4. Muslim immigrant I chanced to talk to complained to me that he couldn’t get a date. I told him he should just go ahead and marry whatever nice Muslimah his parents picked for him because a free-born American woman wouldn’t be right for him nor him for her.
He said he liked the latter better, that he found them more interesting, more freeing. He didn’t respect them but he LIKED them very much.
I was like: WTF? Excuse me? Sorry buddy, but we really do prefer to be respected.
He’s still very puzzled as to why none will date him. Well, not puzzled so much as disappointed. He knows why American women won’t date him. He’s been told many times. He just doesn’t feel like he can do anything about it. Poor guy being stuck in the Dark Ages like that.
5. American men are the best in my opinion, for what it’s worth. I hope you guess appreciate yourselves and that the women in your life appreciate you too. Yes, there are some bad apples in any harvest, but the standards here in growing them tend to encourage the good more than the bad and that really does matter quite a lot.
6. Mmmmm…. I could go for a nice crunchy, juicy, sweet-tart Fuji or Granny Smith right now.
7. Favorite bumper sticker: “Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy when fried and good with ketchup.” Which really has nothing to do with anything. Just tickles me is all.