6:57 am Wednesday October 17, 2007 “Irving”
Communicated by my Higher Self
Well for Annie the "thing" is over. She slept thru the night, she woke up feeling fine, booboo is over.
She got up once at dawn to put up the coffee and then fell back into long stories dreams, which took over where the detective mysteries had ended.
The newest series she is reading takes place in Africa and she is overjoyed to be in Africa. She finds it so interesting, it is such a pleasant way to learn about Africa. The country where this takes place the climate is same as Tucson. So she loves reading descriptions of the days. It is all familiar to her. The lovely cool of early morning during summer, the exquisite joy of sunset in summer, the relief! And the unbearably hot afternoons in summer. Living thru the unbearably hot days of summer is hell, but it is her favorite thing to read about in her new detective series in Africa. Also she recognizes the trees, the author calls them “thorn trees,” she has them too in her front yard. She loved the part, on a summer morning, so early, just teeniest bit of sun has risen, and world was still dark and mysterious and cool and lovely and beautiful, and then the sun rose all the way, and it ruined everything, the landscape turned crude from the risen sun. It is same in Tucson summer. We have the same summer they have. Our sun brings incredible beauty 9 months of the year, but our 3 months are like their 3 months, the sun rises all the way and ruins everything.
In her dreams before she finally got up, she kept adding new stories to what she read. She made up her own stories, magical stories. In one, someone had drawn a house, an architect had drawn a house, it was a blue house, and it had magical properties. And Annie decided to call that story “The Magic Cottage,” after the name of the children’s tv program she watched as very small little girl. In her dream, she put it in a book, the drawing and the story. And anyone could copy the picture of the blue house, the magic cottage, and have the magic blue house. A miraculous house. It was the blue-print for the house, they could live in it.
The books are not as much fun as her Agatha Raisin detective series, because the Scottish woman who wrote those knows life is meant to be fun and enjoyed and have a sense of humor about it. Whereas the Scottish man who wrote these, he grew up in Africa, but lives in Scotland now, thinks life is about right and wrong, and hard work and duty is the name of the game. But it doesn’t matter he has everything upside down and backwards because Annie loves it so much, that it is Africa, a new country she knows nothing about and loves learning about, and a climate she lives. And sometimes a little humor creeps in anyway, and sometimes awful things happen and she has to skip over that part.
It is the passionate passionate passionate love for Africa which has won her heart. Which is why she forgives all the nonsense the author puts in. There’s no crime in being a confused person, it just means she has to read a little carefully and be ready to skip over parts.
When she was on her computer with nothing to do last night, she decided to type in the names of her friends from high school who had 98 averages, to see what they are doing now. She wished she could type in everyone’s name to see what they are doing now, but she figured the ones with 98 averages would be most likely place to start. And the first one she typed in, she had luck right away. There was Irving. He was no longer the slender young dark haired 16-year-old man he was when Annie last saw him, playing tennis together at Cunningham Park at end of their senior year of high school. Never would she have recognized him from the photo of him now.
As I said to Annie last night “it is 45 years later, of course he looks different.” However he stayed on exactly the same track. He never veered off the track. He had stellar academic career and is now head of the chemistry department at a top academic University. In the photo with the other members of his department, he looks happy and relaxed. He was a nice guy back then and he looks like a nice guy now. It was effortless for him to be stellar.
In her senior year in high school she had trouble understanding something in the advanced science course she took, something which interested her and she wanted to understand it. And Irving came to her house and showed her how it worked. She enjoyed that a lot. And when she clicked on the article about Irving she noticed he was given a grant, to help inner city kids in New York City, become more interested in chemistry. She thought he will be good at that. She hadn’t realized chemistry was his specialty, what he had helped her with was astronomy.
It seemed utterly peculiar to Annie that someone had stayed on exactly the same path for past 45 years and never swerved once. It seemed completely abnormal. How can that be? How can you not want the huge adventure which is life? Why would anyone choose to stay in school their whole life?
Naturally she had no interest in reading the research he did in chemistry. As soon as she saw the title of it, her eyes glazed over. And even tho they said it had important applications, she didn’t believe it for an instant. She knew he had wasted his whole life. He had spent it sound asleep and never woke up. But in 3 years the mass awakening will occur for everyone on planet, and Irving will wake up along with everyone else, and start to live life then. He just played no part in helping to bring it about. He must have such young and immature soul, not to have wanted to get in on this at all. But he was sweet kid then, and a very nice man now. And academia is better off from his gentle kindness and generosity of being, but who in their right mind spends their whole life in academia.
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