The Dream Maker's Tale

Notes about the self : VIII

 

 

 

 

 

 

I cooked butter beef rice this morning. I mixed the ingredients together, put in two cloves of garlic, mixed them with the rice and put it in the rice cooker. As it often happens I'm reminded of little things that come and go while engaged in work.

 

My attention was drawn back to the underwear hanging on the clothes line that I mentioned in a previous article. Suddenly by association I remembered something my ex-wife had told me about my daughter. She was about six and she had put on her panties by adjusting for the dick in front. I never dressed in front of the children … there was the odd pulling on my briefs under the weight of the towel but in the master bedroom!

 

I thought it curious how the mind often goes on a sojourn with associated thoughts and objects. Its like a flow of events, not necessarily in that order, but merely by association. As a child I used simply turn myself loose on these thoughts.

 

The view of my mother frying chicken would draw me to pictures of knights eating roasted shanks of chicken on wooden tables in the banquet hall. And then to rescuing the maiden from the evil knight who had kidnapped her. We would fight with swords. I would vanquish him but as I rescued the princess, she would look at me quizzically as if to ask who I am. Then suddenly the sojourn would stop.

 

In my pre-adult years the daydreaming was similar, but instead of knights chewing on chicken, this time it moved by association to Shakespeare's Macbeth. I'll picture him mumbling to himself about the king and his relation to him ... in agony obviously and with some angst for justifying the actions to be taken to correct the perceived error.

 

Okay … back to the butter beef rice. These days I remember what my ex-wife used to say about our child and then I think about me as father and the fact that we are separated. It fair to say that I may have accomplished more separated from the wife than I did while with her, personally that is. But I have a lovely daughter … I can't duplicate that living alone.

 

Well … there's Zena the warrior queen but she whacks people senseless. My daughter used to guffaw uncontrollably while we watched it on TV. Oops! … I'm sorry I appear to have gone on a sojourn with my thoughts. I wonder if its going to rain again?