the telephone only rang once
Dan, so far I've only received the one phone call. And I am wondering if its because we changed our phone number a few times. And you know how your dad was with technology. He probably hasn't got a cell phone yet. And knowing him he's too damn busy chasing skirt to call me back. Sharon reminded me that your mom is with him too, she also pointed out that it never stopped him when they were both alive. I enjoy writing when I know there are people reading. Kind of like a painter painting. It would be rather useless if the whole world was blind. So whatever you do keep writing me notes and asking me questions. By the way, did you ever learn how to use and emergency brake?
I have my days when the thoughts and the words just flow like a fresh stream from the mountains. Then there are the days that it just idyll sits there like the contents of a cesspool. Today it is in between. It's more like a rain puddle that collected all the garbage from the gutters and neatly deposited it in the center of what used to be a lush green patch of lawn.
I did a lot of things in my life Including landscaping. I throughly enjoyed taking a piece of jumbled earth and turning it into a masterpiece that flowed with compound curves, level lines and perfectly shaped rolling mounds. I never realized until just now how much landscaping to me must have felt like creating a woman to God. They both have the same attributes, not that I have any personal negative feelings towards gays, I so admire the feminine form and find it undoubtedly the most beautiful of Gods creations. Yep, women and peanut butter, God got them both right. I have an interesting story that includes both of them but I will save them for a much more mature crowd. All I can say is you've got to try it at least once. You can add jam but that makes for such a sticky situation.
Well I've done my chore for today. I was told I am too long winded so my blogs are shorter, just like my time. I don't have the energy to spend that much time in front of the screen without dozing off. zzzzzzzz
God bless you all and please if you smoke quit. Or if you know someone that means anything to you that smokes, INSIST and ASSIST them in quiting so they don't end up killing themselves like I have... Please quit smoking and save your loved ones the grief that I see in the eyes of my wonderful wife every day.
Ken the afterlife messenger
I have my days when the thoughts and the words just flow like a fresh stream from the mountains. Then there are the days that it just idyll sits there like the contents of a cesspool. Today it is in between. It's more like a rain puddle that collected all the garbage from the gutters and neatly deposited it in the center of what used to be a lush green patch of lawn.
I did a lot of things in my life Including landscaping. I throughly enjoyed taking a piece of jumbled earth and turning it into a masterpiece that flowed with compound curves, level lines and perfectly shaped rolling mounds. I never realized until just now how much landscaping to me must have felt like creating a woman to God. They both have the same attributes, not that I have any personal negative feelings towards gays, I so admire the feminine form and find it undoubtedly the most beautiful of Gods creations. Yep, women and peanut butter, God got them both right. I have an interesting story that includes both of them but I will save them for a much more mature crowd. All I can say is you've got to try it at least once. You can add jam but that makes for such a sticky situation.
Well I've done my chore for today. I was told I am too long winded so my blogs are shorter, just like my time. I don't have the energy to spend that much time in front of the screen without dozing off. zzzzzzzz
God bless you all and please if you smoke quit. Or if you know someone that means anything to you that smokes, INSIST and ASSIST them in quiting so they don't end up killing themselves like I have... Please quit smoking and save your loved ones the grief that I see in the eyes of my wonderful wife every day.
Ken the afterlife messenger


Hi Ken;
Today I saw Dr. Robert Pope. Sharon can tell you about him.
I felt disoriented at first after the treatment, but now I feel better.
Then I had a manicure, and a pedicure. So that makes me feel really well.
Never had blue fingernail with glitter in them, but now I do
My tonails are red though.
Well, better get back to work.
Blessings, Eva
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Ken, I'm truly glad we are able to talk this way. I don't think you're too long winded. They say a picture is worth 1000 words, but I believe the 1000 words is also worth something, especially if one does not know how to draw.
And with the advent of the special effect in cinema, words are definitely underrated. So please keep the messages coming.
About the phone call..have you tried going to bed at night with the intent in mind of getting back to the place (while still here) where you could make the call? I wonder if the span of time since July of 1994 has seemed like no time at all to dad. The yogis in India try to live in the eternal moment, and that idea has made its way over here to the US. I believe that is possible, which puts me (presently not experiencing it) in the same state as modern religion, that is, to me the eternal moment is in the future. Something about that has always seemed a little odd to me...
Well, anyway, talk about long winded...
I'll be looking for you on the blog.
Rest well.
Dan
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