I wake up most mornings with so many ideas on my mind. Of course, it probably didn’t help last night, that I couldn’t fall asleep. Friends from the past were in my thoughts, story writing ideas, and trying to find the right stamps and coins to help pay off my bills. I feel excited about the future and I’m trying to plan the next 6 months of my life. To a lot of people that sounds premature, but it drives me to keep chuggin on with life.
My male friends from my childhood have been steadily on my mind the last few weeks. I do want to be friends with the Powell brothers, but they may not want to reciprocate the same sentiment with me. I have often wondered why they came into my life so suddenly. The plan for all this interaction, I think, revolves around their mother’s death from cancer. It’s a weird feeling I have about her. In my gut I feel that she is trying to contact me, to acknowledge them again. I still deeply care for them and always will. Sometimes, I think, the dead leave clues for us to discover. Yesterday, I met a nice lady formerly from New Jersey, who had an accent similar to the brothers. I also found a head scarf that is used to cover a bald head for someone who has had chemotherapy. This game of clues, I’m sure, will continue to unfold their true meaning.
Yesterday, my daughter Laura, uncovered stories that she had written in grade school. Currently, she is teaching children how to write their own stories from pictures they’ve made at summer camp. She was amazed at how good her stories were. It pays to save all the stories that were significant to your children from their school age years. When I woke up this morning, in my head, I was writing a story about a watercolor that Sheila has been working on lately. Like I said, my mind was super active. I thought, it is like school, give someone a picture and paint an exciting portrayal about that subject. It was a lot of fun for me to do that about Saddle’s watercolor portrait. Sheila gave me a southwestern background that I love to work with too.
My dad was a collector of stamps, coins, rocks and minerals, and a lifetime of photos. For some time, I have been trying to find a home for his stamp collection. Next Wednesday, I hope Michaan’s Auction House will take it on for consignment. I’m going to do a little research into what stamps are desired now and hopefully, will find some of those in his childhood album. Right now, I’m the only one who cares about this collection. I do want to share it with other fine stamp collectors out there. Some coins I collect also, but of the more recent vintage. Yesterday, I found a large amount of Chinese currency that he had held onto from WW II. My dad took fascinating photos of 1940’s Chinese residents and had a love for Jade stone for carving. Finding that treasure trove yesterday, made me feel closer to my dad, and thought,
maybe he’s trying to reach out to me in death, too. His naval ship popped into my mind and I thought, for the first time, to look that ship up on the web. Yes, they have a website, and they have a reunion every year. His ship, the USS Mispillion, is part of the moth ball fleet, moored in Suisun Bay near Benicia, California. Lately, there have been some unique connections with the dead happening in my life. I’m not afraid of these happenings, I just want to find out more about them and why are they happening to me now?