I would have had this posted yesterday, but by the time Hubby and I got home of Murphysboro, I had a severe case of motion sickness. At least that’s the way I was feeling. I’m not all that sure though because I’ve been the Murphysboro numerous times, and whether we go the regular way or the back way, I’ve been fine in the past. Whatever my problem was, it wiped me out for pretty much the rest of the day.
The After Now
I usually speak to my mom twice a week. It used to be just once, but this last February she got a bug that landed her in the hospital and could have killed her. True, she is 89 and on her way to being 90. Almost any bug could be life-threatening at this point. She’s slowly getting her strength back, but it’s left her more alone because of not being able to get out whenever she wants. I call her to combat the loneliness.
She’s all ready to go if it’s her time though. In fact, she believes she’s gotten to that last bridge and she’s beginning to wonder what’s taking so long to cross over. The afterlife comes up in our conversations about every three weeks. Hubby, my brother, my stepbrother, and my stepsister have a ghastly time trying to understand how the two of us can talk so calmly about something to disturbing.
My mom is a devote Christian. She’s proclaimed, several times, she know exactly where she’s going when she leaves this life. I, on the other hand, am agnostic. Yet, I look forward to the adventure of the “hereafter”, instead of fearing the unknown. This could be due to having been close to death three times. I’m rather curious to see what’s there. Together, we talk about what is likely to be there and what we can’t fathom being there. We discuss our different theories about what is there. She gets on my case about not being a religious believer. of course, but she also doesn’t worry about me going to hell either.
I wonder what it is that makes some people so terrified by the thought of leaving this life. If they fear hell, that means they have a religious belief of some sort, which, in turn, means there’s a way to avoid such an awful fate at they disposal. If there is nothing after this life, it just means the body is laying in the ground or has been cremated. There isn’t any pain. Nothing is being felt. Did I hear someone whisper that isn’t the fear of the unknown? I don’t really understand that reason. After all, none of us knows what’s going to happen tomorrow, let alone after we die. Yet, we don’t fear tomorrow.
What do you think? Or are you apprehensive about discussing this subject?
This Last Weeks Capers
- Exercise: I got three sessions on the bike. Hold on though — I also walked most of Walmart when the store was almost empty of other bodies (We have a 24 hour store), and I walked some of the VA Hospital in Murphysboro yesterday morning while Hubby was in to see the Doc.
- Reading: Still reading Black Cross and the sci-fi 2nd series. If you remember from last week, I’d acquired a lent EBook from Winter Bayne. I’ve been reading this also. It’s a short book so I should have it done by sometime tomorrow.
- Emotional Health: I’m still not getting outside as much as I think I probably need. When doing something other than writing, I feel I’m just going through the motions but not really participating. Question: Does anyone else find that their mood is down in the dumps except when writing?
- WiP: Welp, I didn’t get in 1500+ per day. I was able to do it three out of the five days though. My word count for the week is 6746. My word count thus far for the book is 51,623. I’m to the end of the first third of the steep climb to the climax. Uncharted territory to the max!
Next Week’s Antics
- Exercise: I’d do my bike riding, hoping it’s four times. I’m going to try to con Hubby into taking me to Wal-Mart during the wee hours of the morning again.
- Reading: I need to finish the sci-fi story so I can give my friend the feedback she’s waiting for. Of course, I’ll keep reading Black Cross at leisure.
- Emotional Health: I’m kind of at a loss with this. I think about calling the Doc, but I’d like to try to figure this out on my own. Maybe I need to adjust my lifestyle a smidgen. Maybe cut out a little more coffee and up my protein?
- WiP: I want to get to that two-thirds or three-fourths to the top mark where the story gets furious with excitement. I’m not going to rush it though. I want to be thorough with the line of the story so that the rewrite isn’t so mind-boggling. I’ve changed my writing times slightly. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was wrong — again. I’m trying to use my most productive times during the day for my WiP. I’ve set the first time two hours earlier. The second stretch is now set one hour earlier. Do all writers have this trouble or am I flaky?
Do you have something stupendous planned for this next week? I can’t say I do but I wish I did.
When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing. ~Enrique Jardiel Poncela