DeeDude

My husband is such a dish. I've been playing with my new camera and trying to learn all about it. Canon Rebel Xsi. Anyway, I played around with taking a picture of a picture of DeeDude. This is from 35 years ago or so.

Mountain View Cemetery

My husband recently wrote another book. This one is about Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, California. He's been a docent there for years and is passionate about this cemetery and about all things historical. A friend, Annalee Allen, has written a glowing article in this morning's Sunday paper. Years ago the guides said to me, "Your situation is unique. Your husband talks about dead people and you talk to them." I always thought that was funny. You can get more information about this book and the other 3 he's written at his website www.evanosky.info

As an aside, this is my 555th blog entry into The Spirit Moved Me.

New Site for DeeDude

Well, that was different. I spent some time late Saturday night and a lot of time on Sunday creating a website for DeeDude. It’s Evanosky.info and it’s about his books and projects and stuff. I created the graduated background at grsites.com and the rest of it with CoffeeCup. I also downloaded the latest version of CoffeeCup. I originally purchased it a really long time ago and all updates are free forever after that. Not bad.

I used my stuff at TalkingToSpirit as a template and went from there. It’s a mix of html and css. I’m not sure if it’s a pristinely ordered website, but it works. And, it’s sort of classy looking. I like it and, more importantly, DeeDude likes it. This way if he wants to change something I can do it for him easily enough. By the way, if some of the pages look real sparce it's because this is a work in progress. His assignment is to get me some copy to beef it up. We also handled some of it last night with him dictating to me what he wanted to say and me typing it in. That seemed to work well too.

Snoozing

You snooze…. You lose. I was in the midst of creating a rather terrific, if I do say so myself, PayPerPost entry. I got distracted and did not complete the process and later on (like about 30 seconds ago) found out I can’t apply for it now. All 100 carefully crafted words designed to earn me a nice $12.50 out the door.

So, what now? Well, I’ll let it sit for now. Maybe later on the offer will come around again. It’s the story about the stockbroker. True too. My husband the stockbroker. Also, my husband the editor. And, now, my husband the writer. DeeDude has done a lot of stuff. If you want to purchase his latest book, “Oakland’s Laurel District” contact him at Evanosky@pacbell.net

Lucid Dream

I had a lucid dream this morning. I’ve had a few over the years, but it had been some time and this one was different in that it lasted longer than any other one I’ve ever had.

The scene in the dream began as a normal dream. Normal for me, anyway. There were hundreds of people all around. They were all from the Middle East. There was terrible trouble going on and everybody was fleeing that-a-way. I was with them. So was DeeDude. But, we kept getting separated. If you’ve ever seen DeeDude and me in Cost-Co it’s the same thing.

We were all fleeing before a huge tsunami of water which, in the dream I remember thinking was a pretty odd phenomena seeing as how we were in a desert. Not only was it a wall of water that everybody was running from, but there were also a bunch of bad guys. Total pandemonium.

Right before I went lucid in the dream I had been cornered in an area of a long building that was being used as a hospital for people who’d been injured in the war and the flight. A helpful nurse injected my knee with something that was supposed to help protect me.

Again, I’m separated from DeeDude and I began hollering for him. Now, I’m out of the building and on the land. Guys are reaching out from the dunes to drag at me and I’m trying to evade their hands. These are getting to be the bad guys. Not totally bad guys, but bad enough. I’m hollering again for DeeDude. Normally, in any dream where I’m going to start hollering I can’t get enough energy or breath together to make much of a satisfactory dent at all in the hollering aspects. It comes out like a really wimpy breath of soft whisper. Not a good holler at all. Never. And that’s how this segment of hollering for DeeDude was going. Except, in this dream I didn’t give up like I usually do. I kept hollering.

So, here’s part of the dream going on and I try the hollering bit. No DeeDude. Then, mysteriously he shows up for awhile. Then, he’s gone again and I try hollering again meanwhile fleeing for our lives. This went on for a long time through the dream. Lots of hollering for DeeDude. Lots of being separated from him.

What finally cracked it from a normal nightmarish sort of dream to a real valid lucid dream was the hollering. And, it went from the wimpy dreamish hollering to really loud, long, full lung fulls of breath hollering. Bingo. I’m lucid. DeeDude is now holding me. I’m laughing and crying and saying, “I’m dreaming. Look at this! I’m dreaming!” I look around from the protection of his arms around me to really notice now the stuff on the walls of the inside-outside room we are in. Lots of pictures on the walls. And, I’m crying and each and every single tear that falls from my eyes sparkles like a diamond.

What was really interesting to me is that 95% of this dream was normal dreaming quality and that tiny 5% at the end was lucid. But, this lucid part was longer than I’ve ever experienced before and I got to share it with DeeDude.

Cool dream.

Laurel Fair

We went to a music festival in our neighborhood yesterday. In past years the music was so loud that we could hear it all day long from our house, just a block away from the action. But, yesterday, as the afternoon wore on I was concerned they weren’t even having it because we couldn’t hear a thing. Not to worry. They were there.

I wandered over about 4:30 in the afternoon and got some pictures. DeeDude was signing books at the Laurel Bookstore booth for his new book, “Oakland’s Laurel District”. The first of the books came in on Thursday. He’s giving a walking tour this morning and has another 10 to take with him. We’re jazzed about it. When they get settled on how they want to distribute them I will provide links.

I am very proud of my husband's work. Go DeeDude!

DeeDude

I Need A Psychic

Hey, I need a psychic. What? You are a psychic. Why do you need one? Guess what? I don’t read very well for myself. What I’ve learned is that I am a case of I can’t see the forest for the trees. Also, I’m so much aligned with sensing the larger picture that my own tiny bit of real estate just doesn’t rate all that much importance. At least, that’s what it seems like to me. So, I mostly just go with the flow and allow it all to fall where it may.

Sometimes when I really want something to happen I’ll spend a bit of time on it as if it were a project to cut my teeth manifesting a favorable outcome, but mostly I just sit there watching forensic detective television shows talking to the murdered victims. What am I going to say? Nothing. I have nice chats with them in my head. They’re not hurting anymore. But, danged I wish my husband didn’t like to watch them while we’re eating dinner.

By the way, DeeDude found out he has strep throat today. Since Sunday before last he’s been sick. Did he listen to his wife the psychic and go see the doctor last week? No. Now, he’s on antibiotics and went to bed early tonight. I haven’t seen him dragging his butt like this in years. We anticipate a speedy recovery now.

Sheba and Flowers DeeDude Gave Me

Sheba giving them a sniff.

A close up of one of the roses.