percolatin’

I had one of those fleeting thoughts…percolator. I wish I had an old percolator…and then the thought was gone. The percolator I used to “have” with the last marriage was nice but it was his, not mine, so I boxed it up with the rest of his stuff when the marriage fell apart. That’s not what this is about though. I just happened to think about percolators yesterday, just long enough for the universe to grab hold of the thought and bring it back to me this morning. I think I remembered a Farberware coffee percolator, but have used others in the past.

The universe being what it is, gave that thought a few moments of notice this morning when I stood at the sink washing dishes, waiting for the Mr. Coffee to drip through. I had to stop when I heard that inimitable sound coming from the Mr. Coffee. Not possible, I thought, it is not a percolator. But there it was making that low hum/sigh sound that a percolator makes after each whoosh pop of percolation. It was unmistakable, and then it was done. The coffee was done dripping. I had to wonder if I imagined it all for a moment, but then I thought, nahhh. I heard it, it happened, and what a lovely universe I live in. It’s nice to know God hears my tiniest thoughts and can communicate to me

that thoughts are indeed heard.

i anagram life

I look around at the reading materials on the bed, Rage of a Demon King (not mine), a March/April 2006 Archaeology magazine and House Beautiful’s September 2008, the Holy Bible, a large dictionary, lists, pieces of paper piled, stuffed into and strewn about every surface. I really need to clean this place up. The single TV channel that comes in plays on most of the time, the Olympics rules the airwaves this month. The beau slips in and out of sleep, so I just leave it be. A lot of times I prefer the silence or a radio station to the constant TV. I’m thinking of “searching” again. I get random searches in my head and sometimes not, sometimes it’s something I need to check when an anagram brings it to my attention. Anagrams bring a lot to my attention, in ways that people just can’t explain.

For those who don’t normally come to this site, I anagram daily. A way of staying connected I suppose, but also part of the game and communication with the universe, the Big Guy, the Holy Ghost, them, aliens, the keyboard followers, whomever…Real life and comics often are on the same wavelength, like in the last post when two of the partial comics reiterated part of my day. Art imitates life and life imitates art. In my case it is sometimes hard to say what’s going on. Life is often matrix-like, a surreal blur of possibilities. I sometimes feel like the female version of Truman (the Truman Show), playing along because I already figured it out.

As I sit here for a few moments, I realize that which I just wrote contains something I should anagram, and I choose the four titles bolded above, Rage of a Demon King, Archaeology, House Beautiful and Holy Bible. I anagram and get this: “Look, you blab you anagram life, huge light before idea chosen.” Yeah, it even makes sense, doesn’t it?

I tried to post this at 9:50 PM but the computer didn’t want to so it scheduled it for later. Sometimes, I just go with the flow. I’m too tired to swim upstream tonight.