For the third time, I’ve been wearing my short hair in big curls! It reminds me of wives with short, curly hairdos from the 1950s, much like Patsy Cline and Mrs. Clever. Because of my naturally wavy hair, the curl holds well. The ringlets form nice circles, too, almost like halos. It looks cute but the shape is everywhere – sticky out here, dent over there – it’s almost as if my hairdo will not comply to a standard direction.
While curling Maw’s hair with pink curlers a few minutes ago, a thought came to my simple mind:
From an angle of the event horizon, a cross is formed when an obelisk in within the center of a two-dimensional sun disk.
Earlier, my mind imagined switching between the number zero (which looks like an open mouth or sun disk) and the number one (which looks like a stiff penis or obelisk). This mental activity is how my thoughts formed the cross.
Today’s VERY sunny and bright through the double-paned windows and past the dark wooden blinds. The brightness fills both rooms facing the southern direction! It made vacuuming, dusting the furniture much easier to bear. Plus the McDonalds, regular dose of coffee gave my right arm the extra boost it needed to wipe down the dirty blinds and furniture.
There’s lots of clear blue skies. The warm air of crispy coolness is clean to breath and little to no breeze. This morning the horizon was clear blue skies!
Yesterday morning the horizon had tinges of pink as fluffy clouds beyond Mt. Hamilton and the Central Valley appeared clear with the top layers of white to gray clouds hovered to block the sun, which came out in the mid-morning while I did 3-weeks of hauling yardwork to the streets for pick-up every Friday.
After shopping at the DeCA in Moffett Field, CA for last minute Halloween treats of tooth-decaying chocolate (only one M&M bag); 50 bags of chips for $9.99 and 2 bags containing 18 packs of gingerbread-flavored cookies and at around 1100am to 1111am en route home bound, I noticed lots of number eleven’s on the backs of CA license plates:
911, 411, 117, 118, 122, 422, etc.
Saw a front personalized plate from a dark-colored Chevy truck, it read: ELITE. Was following car with CA license plate number ending in ?11.
Had lots of dreams in the past days but failed to care and record for later viewing. Awoke to one that I recall.
Was talking with Glen Olson, a manager, at a table. Invited me to football game sometime around Christmas Day (December 24 or 25). Wanted to go, then had second thought because holiday should be spent with my OLD family. Said to me if he’s going alone or who to take. Then decided for his sake to go.
Saw my dream self imagine being at the place after he showed to me a photo, which was filled with football fans – lots but mostly guys. Was supposed to be very popular event.
