understanding

I often misunderstand something I thought I once understood and now I'm thinking that's good. And then I go back and say wait a minute, that was really pretty good to begin with, so why not stick with it. This morning ad nauseum and ad infinitum surfaced simultaneously. It may have been part of a dream where I was searching for my lost dog beeshoo who died in my wife's arms way back when on martin luther king's day of 2009. This may have been precipitated by a question yesterday morning from a woman I see most mornings for the last several years. She's a brisk walker. And she usually comes this way while I'm going that way. That morning however she came up upon me from the other direction. It was odd that she was behind me. And she asked, what happened to that little dog you used to walk. And I said....she died months ago. Thus the reason for my dream. Where have you gone my darling little doggy. I was calling out for beeshoo. And I kept on thinking....how am I going to explain to my bride the fact that I lost her dog. So that's something you amateur psychologists have to figure out for me. Actually, you don't have to figure it out for me because I already know the answer. But, I don't know all the answers. Or all the possibilities...or all the variations...the twists. The subtleties. The innuendo, the what the fuck are you really talking about. The parable The babble of babel. The coiner of the phrase...figure it out. Yep, I love it that all this shit can be construed and misconstrued in almost equal amounts. Define almost. Define infinite. Define you make me sick. Define I love you. Too! Two to tweet choo choo.