If Toto is in Kansas, this must be Tuesday.
And I’m ‘California Dreaming’.
But, it’s Saturday.
Or,
is it???
And is that really Wilson I’m seeing everywhere.
I’m not really sure.
And then, he’s gone –
I came home one day,
and Wilson’s chair was waitin’ for me at my front door.
Not inside. Outside.
And NO Wilson.!!!
That’s not right.
Everything so far has been inside my front door.
Nobody slithered. Nobody stuck anything to the inside my door.
Slim Pickens said it best. “What in the wide, wide, world of sports is a-going on here.” Blazing Saddles
And, the Manitoba Tardis. has alluded me so far. I can’t seem to find those exact coordinates. Everytime I get close the GPS goes “whacko”.
This is starting to get under my skin. It’s becoming somewhat of an obsession. I’ve still got a grip. I think. But, it’s just something I have to do now.
What can I tell you. I miss my friend.
Friends just don’t go missing without telling you. Something’s afoot.
“Wilson, I will not give up on you.” “I do not believe you would just up and leave.”
Besides thinking I’m seeing Wilson everywhere,
during the night I get startled awake. And I feel like I’m not here. Or I’m somewhere. Else.
It’s even begun happening during the day.
I’ll be doing something, Occupied by something. Minding my own business. When all of a sudden, I’ll stop and get startled.
As if something just happened to me. Something just took a hold of me.
Ever seen a TV show or a movie, where the security guard is watching a bunch of screens, monitors, and all of a sudden they all “blink” off for a second? And then come right back on?
Kinda like that.
I can’t quite put my finger on it. But, it’s becoming more and more of a regular occurrence.
BSOT Ian
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 