What is going on? Today is Friday. I am Henry Kimsey-House and I am known in some circles as Diamond Bear.For some reason my life, my consciousness, the universe, or something in me or out there is throwing down all sorts of challenges to consciousness and just pain in the ass things, some of which are due to consciousness and some are do to age and weather. I hope that is all they are due to because there is one in my circle that is beginning to wonder if I am losing whole sections of my fabulous mind.
As we discussed yesterday I discovered that the on/off switch was down to off and I didn’t know it until I discovered right before I went to bed that I had worn my shirt inside out all day long and not noticed it. The scary truth is that it wasn’t the first time that has happened in the last couple of weeks. I went in to get my haircut just prior to my anniversary celebration with Karen and my wonderful haircutter Willa noticed that my shirt was inside out and asked me, as haircutters are wont to do praise the universe, if it was a new fashion statement or not and I said that it wasn’t and she offered her bathroom for a correction. Then I discover a week or so later that I do the same thing again. Then after I wrote in this very blog I went home and started making a delectable soup from my leftover ham and some beans. Things started getting busy and it was raining and I looked at a wall in our newly decorated kitchen and noticed that the paint was bubbling as if there were water running down the wall between the paint and the wall. Soup is still simmering and this great guy, Mike, who happens to be the husband of my amazing assistant Christina comes over to talk a project over that he is going to do for us. He is a finish carpenter and is going to build us a beautiful display shelving unit for our knick knacks. Well after we talked about that project I showed him the wall in the kitchen with the bubbling paint and he asked how old the roof was. I said as old as the house about 20 years. He said I am going to need to get a roofer out here, bummer. Soup is still simmering away. Oh my gosh I am late for the CTI bowling party down in San Rafael. I say goodbye to Mike get my shoes on and get in the car. I get to the bowling alley and park the car, about an hour and change away from the house and realize that the soup is still simmering. I slap myself on the forehead and think what an idiot I am. I then think that it is a big pot with lots of water in it and I am here at the CTI bowling party where everyone is expecting me, so in I go. I bowl with the gang for the first time in over 25 years and I am definitely out of practice but we have a fun time anyway. I am headed out with Karen and I mention the soup and I also mention that I think that there is enough water in it to hold it while we have a quick dinner and then I scoot home. I get home and of course the place is full of smoke and there is this beautiful green stock pot on the stove with blackened goo running down the sides and a solid hellish blackened mass inside the pot. I quickly turn off the stove, which of course I should have done 4 or 5 hours earlier and open every door and window and turn on every vent fan in the place. I stop after good air starts replacing smoke and thank what ever fortune is out there that the place didn’t burn down and go to sleep to the best of my abilities in a smoky smelling house.
I wake up 40 minutes before the alarm clock goes off and the house still smells like burnt soup, but a bit better, or is that just my nose getting used to it? Then I grab my swim bag and head in for my swim. I’m tired and a bit dazed from all of the consequences of my unconsciousness and I get to the pool, a half hour from my house, grab my swim bag and realize that I left my wallet at home which has my money and pool pass. No money and no pool pass means no swim. I slap my head yet again, in my imagination this time, and begin to wonder if I am getting Alzheimer’s disease or am I in some way slipping into consciousness regression of some sort. I mean I didn’t do these kind of things before I opened up my consciousness. So here I am more enlightened then I have ever been in my life and I am putting on my shirts inside out, leaving the house with pots simmering, forgetting my wallet at home. What is up with that?
For now I am going to hold the “rule of three” with this. That stuff like this comes in threes and I have had my three and I am now returning to a profoundly conscious way of living my life where I put my clothes on all by myself and I don’t burn down the house and I remember things like wallet and keys. I am also going to imagine that there is something REALLY big trying to work it’s way into my consciousness and it needs some room cleared out so it is experimenting with what can be temporarily cleared out so that the REALLY big thing can find it’s way in. I think I like imagining that one. Just let me temporarily lose the part that forgets to brush my hair or floss my teeth instead of burning down the house.
Tomorrow I go swimming and I don’t forget my friggin wallet.