Yesterday morning I was lying in bed, awake
and daydreaming, while I waited for the ambition to actually get up.
Into my head popped thoughts of my husband’s old black lunch
box. You know the kind—round top to
hold the small Thermos bottle that was held in place with a clip and prevented
it from falling onto the sandwich below.
I have no idea why those thoughts came to mind.
Then, last night I was standing beside the bed, pulling down the
bedspread and arranging the pillows for a bit of reading before sleep. Another thought popped in. The expression “queer as a three dollar
bill.” Now considered a very non-PC slam
against gays, the term used to refer to counterfeit currency.
That led to thoughts of the seven $2 bills, crisp, new, in
numerical sequence that I once had. I
didn’t question why the expression intruded in the first place.
Two utterly random thoughts, neither related, and I put them
out of my mind.
So, into bed I went.
I turned on my Kindle and began reading where I’d left off in the novel “Bones
of Betrayal” by the writing team of Jefferson Bass, whom I’d recently discovered
and really like, so much so that this is the fifth book of theirs in little
more than a week.
The plot involves the Oak Ridge facility in WWII, espionage,
and radiation poisoning, so while I was surprised when I read the following, I
wasn’t shaken, as homosexuality was considered a grave security risk back then
and could rightly be included in the plot twists:
However, a couple chapters later I heard the theme from the
Twilight Zone:
Ah, my, this kind of stuff happens frequently in my
world. When I was younger, it happened
so often it scared me and I started ignoring it. I was afraid I was causing some rather
unpleasant things to happen.
Now, I rather welcome and enjoy it.
Twilight Zone music is very appropriate. It's uncanny but I'm glad you welcome and enjoy it. I think it's a gift. As a fine writer, you have subconscious channels to what other fine writers are expressing in their books. Do you like that concept?
ReplyDeleteIt is pretty cool!
Love,
Shaddy
A few years ago, I was picking up litter and it occurred to me that I hadn't found any dead birds--the ones that get hit by cars and thrown to the side of the highway. Darned if a hundred feet later I found a dead bird, then another and another and another in the next half mile. Then a dead Great Horned Owl carcass. These are the kind of things that worry me and make me wonder if I cause them.
DeleteSubconscious channels? Don't know. I look on it as precognition. So many times in my life these things have happened! This is, I think, the first time for what is written in a novel. Maybe Kindle was sending me messages? Hah!
ReplyDeletePS: Most people have the ability to anticipate something, like anticipating what someone will do in response to a stimulus. That's pretty common. But how in the world can someone "anticipate" the exact words in a book> Two rather uncommon and unrelated things? 'Tis a mystery.
ReplyDeleteGO FIND DAD'S LUNCHBOX!!!!
ReplyDeleteGO FIND DAD'S LUNCHBOX!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhy?
DeleteI don't know what happened to it. My "gift" doesn't help in finding things.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever listen to the late night radio talk show host out of Parumph Nevada .. Art Bell. I hope you did because this is the sort of thing Art Bell would delve into. I have been told by some that we get about 50 messages a day but seldom do we pick up on them. What we don't know about would fill the world's libraries. Great post.
ReplyDeleteIf I recall correctly, Art Bell has written some pretty cool novels. No wait. That's Ted Bell. Don't get radio reception here in the mountains. I'll see if he's online.
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