Fifth of August Twenty-fifteen

Somber day this. All activities curtailed. This is 10th anniversary of the passing of my Father. I will think of him often & throughout the day reflecting on our times together both good & not so good.

I got up in the night inexplicably having had no caffiene the previous day & could not figure out why I was not able to get back to sleep.

The passing thought occurred to me, right or incorrectly, that my Dad was reaching out, getting my attention in some way from the other side.

Now I know this is probably not the case but one MUST be sensitive to receiving such subtle communications. IF the mind is dulled by booze, drugs or other interferences such as pressure, tension or stress, such messages or attempts at making contact would, could & ARE easily overlooked. Many times. In the jargon of the old cb radioeers, one MUST ‘have their ears on.’

OK.

So that’s it for now.

I MAY do more later for there is some HUGE news to report.

However right now I MUST start a training ride. Looking at two (2) hours before it gets beastly hot & the sun too intense.

AND I must as ever be careful. I would not want to die on the same day as my Dad.

Time out: 9:58 am