Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
11/22/2011 20:58am: During that morning’s breakfast at McDonalds and while talking to Ray, I saw a skinny white boy at the “condiment” section. He had shoulder length hair of blond and soft, light brown eyes. As he turned to exit the fast food joint, he flicked out his tongue.
11/22/2011 20:51pm. By reading/skimming through the pages of “The Philosophers‘ Stone/s”, I had a thought about how some true healers really do NOT need tools outside themselves. These faithful one ARE tools/vehicles of healing unto themselves and others.
11/22/2011 13:36pm: After eating a late lunch at Goldilocks, a white Pontiac G6 had a license plate number ending at 211. There was 616.
11/22/2011 10:50am. At 10:15am, Rayomnd R. fell backwards upon the floor of McDonalds and landed mostly on his right butt. It was a good thing he didn’t hit his head or fall unconscious. What I saw was a sudden movement of his face looking up and his head going backward immediately. He dropped his am/pm coffee all over the floor and Maw’s blue acrylic jacket. Apparently, he has diabetes and we talked for about one hour before he got a chance to fuel up. So we bought him a big breafast with pancakes. The manager gave him a tall orange juice. We gave him our last bottled water.
He just wouldn’t stop talking about his unionized gig; his wife $47,000 a month dialysis; hiring a house cleaner so she won’t stress out; being affected by Agent Orange from wars in Vietnam and Korea; having his great-granchild and his boomerang family live at his big house and other political matters. He continued talking on loudly from shock and called Henry his friend, too. (Of course, I was wearing Shrimpsei’s second, nano-pendant near my throat the whole time and for the past few days).
Earlier Chuck, the old chinese guy talked about being imprisoned in the emergency room while being treated for a high glucose reading of over 400. He couldn’t move and was starving for most of the day. Each time they gave him food, his sugar level when up. His wife’s coverage from working 30 years at Kaiser is good for life.
At 07:44am this morning, I saw the divorced nutter out of the corner of my left eye as we were backing out of the driveway. She stood on the sidewalk and looked at the renter, who was inside his gray-colored station wagon-like car. Usually the renter would leave between 07:00am to 07:35am. But this morning was unusual because the divorced nutter was there and he was still warming up his car to leave later.
As I straightened out the car to head off northbound on MY long stretch of road, I saw her look in our direction. I could see her transitional shades through the left/side mirror of the car and her adjusting her “shades” with one hand. Anyway, she is so thin-looking and still short.
Also, notice the double-digit number of the time at 07:44am when this situation occurred.
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