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Friday, July 19, 2013

A comment on the previous message: Because of the new cradle, our daughter's bed disappeared in one way or another. This bed I bought at a second-hand store in the town centre, and carried on one and the other of my shoulders to our home, about 30 minutes to walk. It was a traditional bed for children; which was made of two parts, which could be drawn to a longer and longer bed. Our daughter could have had this bed for some years. When I come home with this bed; before our daughter was born; I was tired but glad, my wife that time get in high spirits, and we both looked happy at this bed. My wife painted it fine with two colors, I think it was brown and orange. To get this bed to disappear; could also have been a destructive 'kind of chess' move. Then the cradle, the sweater, and this bed; has bin a kind of one, two, three; in my thoughts. Nothing you start to think about, less you have got a reason for doing so.

What can this be? Imperceptible influences we newer had a single thought about that could be something like this.

Now I only listen to music from 1975 and before. But not so much, only a little.

David H. Hegg