I had a dream last night that put me in an introspective mood all day. In it, I met a woman at a place that I’ve dreamed of before, a kind of general store/cafe. And she was nice and after we chatted I gave her my contact information. After she left, I realized she was Ambrose’s mother. They did not have a good relationship. In many ways, she was abusive towards him when he was a child. So why did I dream of such a congenial encounter?
If I were to posit that after death we merely leave linear time and end up existing in a way that is both like and not like our current existence – like in that we have the same soul, not like in that the bodies that define our existence in linear time influence how those souls are expressed – then what is the difference between being a good person and a bad person within this embodied time? Is the body solely to blame for what happened in linear time? And is therefore the body also solely responsible for all the good done in life? What impact do your life actions have on your post-life if we are all just the universe?
I woke about 20 minutes before my alarm, got up, and walked my mile in the rain thinking, and getting quite wet despite my poncho. I think I might need a new one after this one got supersaturated in 2023. But even if I get a new one, I won’t get rid of this one. It was Ambrose’s. And I’m not ready to give up anything of his quite yet.
Work was busy again. Kept me well occupied throughout the morning and the afternoon. It was drizzling for my lunch walk to check the mail, which was chock full today. Well, there were like six pieces. That’s a lot for me for one day.
I’m refining my skillet pizza skills. I think I need to start it a little hotter than I’ve been doing. But not too much, because I don’t want to burn the tortilla, just get it crispy. And in a reasonable amount of time. I’ll need to be on top of it tomorrow so I can eat before the hot springs.
It had stopped raining when I went on my after dinner walk. But the road was a bit muddy. And the clouds were still hanging low and threatening the prospect of more rain at any moment. I’m more relaxed now that I’m off probation, but I still have a little bit of tension while I wait for the answer to my petition. I feel like I’m in limbo. But at least I have some concerts and a conference to look forward to slash panic about.
