I'm in Port Orchard, Washington, across Puget Sound from Seattle. I attended my daughter's wedding yesterday. I didn't exactly give the bride away, but I was invited to walk down the aisle with my ex-wife and sit with her through the ceremony. I haven't seen any of these people since 1982, so it was a little strange for all of us. Again I realized that I don't have to know where I'm at to be there.
My brother, his wife and I toured part of the Scabland about a 150 miles east of Seattle. Day before yesterday we drove around the big 14000 foot mountain Mount Rainer. It's pretty impressive from sea level. Today we're gonna drive around the Olympia National Park and it's rain forest. I don't know the plans for tomorrow, but I'm ready to go home. I'm exhausted. I'm a little disconcerted because I dreamed of my death two nights in a row. It's brown. Oddly enow, I bought a brown corduroy blazer just two days ago. What a world.
I was able to check my gmail. There's this strange guy who keeps accusing me of being just like him, and then he makes comments about what he would be like if he were me, and then offers condolences to himself for what he tells himself I'm like. I don't mind him using me to explore himself. I know who I am and what I'm here for. I wish he did so he could concentrate on finding what he's not.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
