Three odd things have happened.
The first odd thing is that I seem to be dressing like the Beatles, circa their Nehru jackets and love beads stage. I’m not sure why this is and I didn’t recognise it until the second thing happened.
The second odd thing is that Ringo Starr came to visit me in a dream. Maybe you’re saying, “What’s so odd about that? I dream about Ringo all the time.” Maybe you were a swooning fan back in the day. Or maybe you are a retro Beatles fan now. I am apathetic towards the Beatles. I never understood the attraction. Ringo dropping by for a visit? Out of the blue? Well, that’s weird for me. That’s like having a rabid dingo show up in my dream. I just don’t think about Ringo Starr or dingos.
The third odd thing that has happened is that my i-pad seems to have adjusted its spell check to the English version. It wants me to type an “s” where there should be a “z” and to put “e” where normally I’d type “a”.
What is the meaning of all this? I don’t know.
Well. Actually. I do have a theory…
I think George Harrison may be trying to channel a message through me. As I mentioned, I’ve never been a Beatles fan, but I did have a favourite Beatle, just the same, and it was George. George was rather beautiful and wrote most of the Beatles songs I did actually like. In my humble opinion, George was the real talent in that foursome. Also, he is the Beatle credited with their Nehru jacket phase. It makes sense that if George were trying to channel through me, I might suddenly develop a fondness for Nehru jacket dressing. Why he would send Ringo for a visit and not come himself is a bit of a mystery. Is the message I’m meant to deliver intended for Ringo?
I’m not sure what it all means but as soon as the message comes through, I’ll be back to let you know.
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