I Imagine Weird Stuff

There are some individuals who claim a sixth sense, an ability to know or see into the future, to have knowledge of what is to come. A nifty skill to possess, to say the least; at times I have felt prescient; although, not in any useful manner, just inklings or a feeling of ill ease. This morning I awoken with a thought about the future but not a knowing, merely a short story idea. Let us see if it has legs, shall we.

 

Uhg, this sharp pain in my spine is unrelenting.

Something soft just brushes my face rousing me from a second sleep. It is the fluffy tail of my Felis Catus; Nala is informing me that I am late for her breakfast. Painfully, I manage to sit upright on the edge of my mattress and slowly take stock of my surroundings. It is still dark. I make my way across my bedroom like a drunken sailor, take a position in front of my toilet, and wait. Recently it has become difficult to initiate a stream. Nala clambers in after me and takes her position sitting on the rim of the tub, watching with that disturbing silent curiosity so common with felines. These are our initial morning stations and symbolize the start of yet another day. The next ritual to be completed is first, Nala’s feeding, and something we both take seriously. My every move is followed with the utmost interest by my furry companion as I collect, wash, and refill her food bowls with care and love; however, I require a verbalization from my cat as payment, something she is loath to willing give. Therefore, we play this little feeding game, my withholding the two bowls, one filled with the moist Tuna and Chicken in a savory sauce, and the other containing a ¼ cup of dry cat food until I hear the proper response. When the dainty “meow” is uttered, dishes are placed on the appropriate spot to conclude our morning dance.

With Nala’s attention focused on her raison d’être, I am free to pursue mine. I go to my desk, open my laptop, and power it up. I check email first, hopeful of a missive from one or both of my daughters but alas nothing but the usual solicitations. I open Facebook to read what my virtual friends have been up to, peruse what comments they have made on my posts, and to respond if necessary. Nothing except several obligatory thumbs up. Next, I open CNN and check the News. Strange, the page looks new, redesigned with a vastly different layout, I do not like it; however, since my input was not solicited or offered I cannot complain, well I could complain but no one will listen so I brew a pot of hazelnut.

Nala by this time is satiated and has assumed her spot on the couch. She prefers to nap on the seatback central rail right behind and to the left of my head, curled up into a little fluffy ball, and dreaming her little cat dreams.

The news is full of headlines that shock me alert.

“President Pelosi attends reunification ceremonies in the capital, Seoul, Korea.”, “CNN”, “Asia”, “By Yoko Wakatsuki and Ivan Watson”, “Updated 3:27 AM ET, Thu January 18, 2021”. < wwwdotcnndotcom /2021/01/17/asia/japan-korea-reunification/index.html >

The article went on to say that the new government would adopt a blend of both former countries political philosophies, in a joint statement the new President of the unified State of Korea said “Democratic Socialism will allow both the economy and society to be run democratically—to meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Koreans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives.”

My tenuous grasp on reality slipped even further as I continued reading other headlines equally odd and unusual. There could only be but one answer, this was a joke, a ruse. Someone was playing an early First of April prank on the entire world, a fooly of galactic proportions. Assuming this was all a farce, I opened a more staid publication, The Washington Post; surely, this bastion of responsible online journalism would not stoop to such burlesque.

However, there it all was; in a scant four years, the American political landscape had dramatically altered, and for the better, I thought as I read about the downfall of the Forty-fifth President, the change in leadership of both Houses of Congress. Brought about by a sweeping Democratic wave in the 2018 MTEs, the subsequent Impeachment of Trump and Pence, their indictments, and their removal from office.

How is this possible, had I entered a time warp? I had not jumped to the right; I remain decidedly left. Sunspots, I recall reading somewhere that the occurrence of extreme solar activity, flares, or coronal mass ejections (CME) can cause strange anomalies on Earth. That must be it; this is the ‘bread and butter’ of many a science fiction story and as plausible as any answer I could think of at that moment.

Somehow, the future has been revealed to the readers of online media. The question is; is it true or just a CME induced anomaly destined to be as fleeting as the ice that now forms on the landscape outside my sliding glass doors, soon to be gone with rising air temperatures. I prefer the workings of my imagination to the realities of the day to day and for a short time, the pain of the dagger protruding from the center of my back has lessened. Hey, whatever works, dude!

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