Maniac Monday

It started off by about 8:00 AM when the phone rang. The call was from a roofer who was called to appraise the damage to the roof by a freak storm over the weekend. There was a deluge of rainwater down from the ceiling on the inside of the front picture windows. I had a time to catch all of the dripping water that had pooled on the floor from the runnels that ran down the center post of the front windows. And, it had been some time in the past that the floor had been cleaned in that area of the floor. It was a mucky mess to wipe up with a sponge mop and a wash cloth. I impressed myself with the effort I put into the cleanup that resulted in a job well done.

Well, the incoming phone call was followed by another call made to Comfort King Windows and Doors. A message was left regarding the damage done to the wooden frame of the front door. The door was on sale last year for only four thousand dollars. It was supposed to be a pretty good door. Well, it is likely the warrantee is up and we will have to pay for the repairs that will be needed. Then, again, I might be able to glue it.

We have a tenant when we need two of them. Anyways, the bad tempered drug dealer alcoholic jail bird probably didn’t even know he broke the door while we were off having a bad waterpump breakdown in Cobourg. It was just a bad week altogether in every way we can think of. So, now it comes back to spending money we just don’t have for the repairs that are demanding attention in some fashion appropriate to their priority. Running a house can be a nice enjoyment just as it can suddenly turn into a big headache.

Well, there must have been some karmic repercussions from having one unseasonable character as a tenant for a year. He was nice enough, did a few repairs and painting for us, but he did confess to having a select batch of bad luck candles that was being used against the neighbours. We knew about it, but it was our own good luck that kept us safe from all of the bad luck that was being created. I know they don’t know just what they are dealign with in regards to this haunted house.

Oh, did I tell you about the three who seem to have taken over the basement? No? Well, it seems that there are three spirits who are past residents who do want to stay here. They don’t bother me or Peter, being relatives and all, but they have made their presences known. Now, I wonder how they would feel about the crap that was being seemingly coming our way, eh? I will leave the rest to be told at another time.

I know about all kinds of energy forces, fields, and then there the other kinds of energies that float around in our atmosphere. Some would say that ours is an old planet, complete with it’s own cobwebs, spiders, and other scary things that go bump in the night. We do have an old planet with it’s own layers of energies and lifeforms of all kinds that evolve as they do in their own ways. We are never alone on this over crowded planet.

You would think that an old realistic trucker such as myself might not believe in anything unless it was shown to them. Well, I have delivered in Missouri, and I do know about a lot of haunted highways and other creatures of the night. I do know about the lost ones who reside in some sort of realm that no one can escape from. I also know about the aliens and their super intelligent artificial lifeforms that watch us as they do. After all, we tag fish and they tag us. It is that simple of our placement in the food chain or whatever it is.

Huh, some old trucker I am to have seen all of that and more. So, where does it all leave me? Still out on a highway somewhere and running for my life as I have always done. I don’t do city deliveries, and I only deliver. It freaks people out to see what I have done. Most people wouldn’t believe what I would say because it is too far out there in terms of reality and what is possible.

The day is far from over and there is so much more that has to be done.   There are a few bills to pay and arrangements made for the coming weekend festivities.  We are invited to a BBQ with friends of a local fund-raising  sort of non-profit society.  Some of the more prestigious well-to-do’ers are actually famous in their own right.  It was a surprise to find that Peter was ranked among those elite leaders of our town.  Still, we are known as well intentioned and industrious little beavers that do what we can to fill out the efforts of the group as needed.  We know we do walk tall in our own way too.

So, how does it come about that we, of a long line of survivors, being the last of our lines, have more than uniqueness about us.  And I, being the first born after three sets of twins prematurely delivered, am ranked as rare as hen’s teeth.  I am more than enigmatic in how and what I do.  I know by a sense of perception of things that no other could possibly understand, of paradoxes, phenomena, and bi-polar tenancies that rage with energies to be so highly intense and strongly motivated.  I just call it my stubborn streak that keeps me out of trouble, or at least ahead of it.  I am merely sitting back and watching the show as it plays out in our surrounds.

There is a time and place for everything.  Whether it is buying or selling, running or standing, and surviving or not, the time of my life is stretched from the beginning to the end of this planet, just as it is across the bounds of this continent.  I have played in far greater realms than most people could imagine, and still there is yet more to be aware of and understand.  This planet is alive just as the lifeforms that inhabit the narrow band of  life supporting environment.

Somehow, somewhere, and somewhen are just as controlled as the patterned life cycle of water, from oceans to rain, to rivers and back again.  Paradoxes are like the water that escapes into space as vapours on high that scatter ionic showers.  The patterns can be divined and played out just as assuredly as the bricks of civilization.  Believe that in such a manner, someone or something guides me and protects me, regardless of what I call it, her, him, or whatever.  Believe in ‘just is’ as devoutly as possible, and act or react accordingly, or else.  I have seen what ‘or else’ might possibly be.

Ever rant and rave in a circle?  I do it all the time, just to keep my place in the order of things so I don’t get lost.  I might come in last, but I know my way, if only by the trail of paradoxes.  I leave well enough alone for good reason.  It’s not that I want to get involved, but that I don’t want to upset the natural order of things and evolutions along this timeline.  Ok, I do bend a little out of my way at times, but that is my responsibility too.

Take a martial art.  It is a science of attack or defense, in physical terms.  Well think of the exact opposite of it all,  That is the other realm of the martial arts in opposite.  Believe that there are such things that exist as factors of existence.  Friend or foe takes on a new meaning and all of a sudden you have sane skilled people acting and reacting as strangely as you could imagine while they are so convinced of their own actions for survival.  The odd things become necessities at times to balance the other side of the opposite circle.  It is so easy to explain and yet so difficult to accomplish.

Here I sit, watching and watching.  I know it all comes about in patterns of occurrence.  I watch the waves of people scatter like waves on the ocean.  I have seen so much that can’t have an explanation even though I took part in it.  I am part of it all just as I am not part of any of it.  The Zen of thoughts comes down with a touch into reality.