It was a plot! The wireless at the library and the computer gremlins conspired to make sure that I had difficulty trying to post anything yesterday. I finally managed to post an out-of-order sign and the leave the library.
Once I left the library, the Gods conspired to make sure I got caught in the heavy rain Saturday afternoon. They had made sure I got caught in the heavy rain Friday night. And they made sure I got caught in the heavy rain this morning. Will this be a daily amusement for them?
So, I was in a most foul mood when I went to my parents’ grave yesterday after it stopped raining. I went to honor my father’s birthday June 18th.
I stood at the grave and remembered my Mommy and my Daddy. I didn’t cry, but sometime during the memories my most foul mood left. I don’t know where it went. My parents’ plot undid the effects of the plot by the library Internet, computer gremlins and the Gods. I left the cemetery feeling peaceful.
My power of attorney is done. My will is done. Am I ready to die? I’m not planning on it, but you never know. I could go to a doctor for some reason, and he or she could kill me—accidentally of course. Or I could get hit by a truck delivering health food. Or I could perform standup comedy and die on stage. Who knows?
Death fascinates me. I love walking through cemeteries, reading the residents’ tombstones, and reflecting on their lives. What were their concerns? What made them happy? What made them sad? Did they know that a tombstone would grow after they were planted? Did they know that one day, long after they were gone, someone would be reflecting on their lives?
I want to be planted so a tombstone will grow. I like the idea of someone reflecting on my life long after I am gone.
When I was in my teens, I played with a Ouija board. The Ouija board said that I would die during the first week of August in 2018. If the Ouija board is right, then I have just over a year left. Am I worried? Not yet, but ask me again on July 31, 2018.