15:41:43. The total amount to our Denny’s meal was $39.99 (or an inverse numerical value for the Beast)! The reprint of the receipt to include a sundae was on 14:00:06 and it came out to be $43.22 (or a hidden numerical value for the Skull and Bones)!
1525. Oh! And Mr. “Binh” was wearing an orange-colored tie and a light gray suit — just like the current color scheme of my primary weblog here at WordPress.com. So if he and his pals know my true identity, please do NOT blow my cover with regards the “network” and pals.
1440. A white guy standing in the corner to my right left to the right/side door. His cellphone had made a Samba-like jingle sound earlier.
Then I let out the one and only loud but totally unexpected sneeze to signal to Father Mike to stop praying in silence while all faced the same direction towards the front. Then the Adoration of the Cross commenced. Hehe! Synchronicity manifests again!
1340. I had an imagery of how “Barabbas was a revolutionary” (Gospel according to John 18:1-19:42) and how Barry and pals continue to crucify TBTP and pals from doing their jobs.
1335. I had an imagery of the stripes of the American flag after seeing “by his stripes we were healed” from the “First Reading” (Isaiah 52:13-53:12). The red-colored stripes (seven times) were the blood drawn from injuries against the white-colored stripes (six times) of the Victim.
1328. An Asian guy coughed loudly behind me. I almost whispered LOUDLY, “SHIT!” Maw might have heard me because she turned her head to the right in rebuke. Then an Asian woman wouldn’t stop coughing behind us again. I wanted to say, “F^CK” aloud. I swear! These annoying entities won’t go away and they seem to sit behind us without fail. Again, more interferences/reminders have been ongoing as “street theater” of the same kinds in the past, too. I was mentally beating/smacking/whacking these fools with my shoes.
1315. And Carlos was nice enough to hold the right door to the vestibule open for us after Maw and I came out of the restroom. I plucked a purple-colored acrylic piece of fuzz from his left shoulder to his gray-colored suit. I like Carlos. Poi was standing in line behind one Asian woman but Maw didn’t notice.
1305. One of the lecturer mention: “To give until it hurts.” I was thinking that this was a reminder to go broke for “my family”. Is this thought, wrong?
1035. Maw felt sorry about Cecil, whose husband Billy is undergoing kidney dialysis. Cecil intercepted us yesterday and told us her story of which Maw didn’t say much out of sadness. Cecil’s father is a doctor/physician and she was told by Maw to understand/listen to her husband, who might not live no more than five to six years. That’s why Maw would rather NOT go through the process because Billy got permanent tubes; so when he goes in for treatment, the staff won’t have a difficult time finding the veins. Then Poi waved to us/me/Paw/whoever… I feel sorry for old timers, really.
0908. The divorced nutter was sweeping her front driveway. Her back was turned to us. Her hair is short and highlighted with some red in the hair. I immediately closed the electrical garage. Upon closing the garage at about 2/5 of the way, I could hear her making struggling sounds with her plastic broom and dust pan. She continued making sounds near the shared fence area of the side door. Poor wooden fence!
0738. The dashboard to the MB E430 read: 413.3 (speedometer) and 42,442 (odometer) after parking in the parish grounds for this morning’s Good Friday reading. We sang the “Divine Mercy Prayer” rosary. I was loud enough to be “backup” in response to each 50 beads … “have mercy on us and on the whole world”. Juliette, the soprano lead while the rest of us followed by kneeling/sitting/singing/speaking. Her pitch seemed to go higher and I was able to match it higher yet. Hehe!
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