Licking His Own Paraphernalia

Being rebuked by a dog.

Rebuking the dog

Eventually the dog is in a full suit of clothes , sitting at the breakfast table, reading the paper, discussing the headlines, and in walks a stranger… what the heck is going on here?

This all seems so far fetched. And ‘done before’.

John married Wendy, and their worlds collided. He became two people? I don’t know, but there have been glimpses for the rest of us,

…like when he sent me those drawings of some renovations to his farm property, and there were large portions set aside and/or designated for ‘storage’.

…like when my parents went to visit him, early on in their marriage. They went into the house, and there pathways from the front door, and the place where he slept there was reserved spot exactly his width and length bare on it. What was on the outside of that… those pathways, that bare spot on their bed, wait, on his bed?

Let me tell you a bit more.

He once told me, in a lucid moment. Picture a guy that has been brought above the waterline and he’s sipping hot coffee, a towel is wrapped around him. He’s shivering a little… and he tells of his life beneath the waves.