Feels like a calm before a storm

Sunday, October 12, 2008.

I was just outside, scraping the utility trailer with a wire brush wheel, first on a portable cordless screwdriver, then on an electric drill with a fifty foot long (yellow) 3 prong heavy duty extension. Some time way in the future, nobody will have any idea what that is. I should take a photo and post it. yeah yeah, one of these days.

Anyway, I finished scraping and started painting (this real dark green rust proofing paint) and this weird, semi-oppresive feeling, akin to depression or anxiety… began seeping in around the edges and slowing saturated my whole being.

So anyway, I was feeling weird, sort of the way I feel when I’m coming down with something like pneumonia or bronchitis? weird formless anxiety coming from somewhere… but it never seems to be connected to anything I know about with my 5 lower senses focused on the ‘real world’?

A couple times, this sort of feeling has been accompanied by sudden images, of earthquakes or something.

Not this time, it was just a kind of warm afternoon on the day before Canadian Thanksgiving, (Scarf’s Birthday this year, it the states they’re probably celebrating Columbus Day tomorrow?) And the feeling wouldn’t go away.

I sub-veralized, “Feels like the calm before a storm, don’t it?” How bad? I don’t know, but it did feel like a big one. Something with world wide implications.

I’ll have to listen to Coast to Coast A.M. tonight…

—–Jim