In the spirit of the idea of parallel universes, I bring you this. It’s simple, and more or less without significant consequence, but still with interesting and simple possibilities.
I found out during the McMullen Family brouhaha that my cousin Curtis had been working in Toronto for quite some time. His mother suggested I give him a ring, as he wasn’t able to attend the party. A couple days later, I did in fact give him a call and found that he had been working in my general neighborhood and across the road from TheWife’s employer not all that long ago. In essence, he was a literal stone’s throw away from areas that I frequent and our paths never crossed. I was simply never at the right place at the right time to actually see him. Now he’s working at the other end of the city, and it was only yesterday that we finally hooked up to shoot the shit. If I had actually seen him working at one of his two previous job sites, this encounter would have occurred much sooner (thus the parallel universe tie-in), and yesterdays visit might have been something completely different.
I’ve been watching way too much Doctor Who. A lot of my current thought patterns revolve around inconsequential what-ifs on the time line and the effects of which.
I woke up this morning singing Ring of Fire in my best Johnny Cash impersonation. I can’t really explain why. This led to an avalanche of the Man in Black into my ears today. It’s not that I’m a huge fan of Cash, but there are occasions when I feel the need to give him a listen. I’m not really going anywhere with this (I know better than to talk about music), I’m just sayin’.
Cash. The Man in Black
His ring of fire burns, burns, burns
Putting me at ease.