Deja You

It's dinnertime in the Valdez household.  Today that's a very loose affair.  On days such as this, when I've toiled for hours in the garden and lost complete track of the world around me (besides writing, this is the only activity which is capable of affecting me so), we have a standard go-to meal: nachos.  Where there's chips, cheese, and salsa, there's a decent way to the stomach.  My brother-in-law teases me.  He once said that every time he stopped in for a visit, we were having nachos.  Of course, we see him roughly once a month.  Maybe.

Now that I think on it, only my husband actually compiled a plate.  My son opted for cereal.  My teen daughter was invited to eat with the family she was to babysit.  My adult-child and her boyfriend purchased their own fare -- some variety of frozen breaded Tyson chicken byproduct, er product, and Kraft shells and Velveeta cheese. (UGH!)  Per my habits when trying to avoid unbaked chips and full-fat cheese, I opted for grazing on a few healthier here n' theres.

Hmm.  Well, snap out of the boredom inspired by our bland dinner experience. See if you can squirm your way, albeit briefly if science TV has informed my husband and my daughter's boyfriend correctly, through a wormhole and exist in THE FOURTH DIMENSION for a quick second.  You know about the Fourth Dimension, right?  If you do, please lay it out clearly for me.  For some odd reason, my husband has added this anomaly to his short list of fascinating unknowns, keeping company with the existence of aliens and the JFK conspiracy theory.  And, he finds it to be the perfect subject for dinner conversation.

Evidently, informed rumor has it that if you've ever felt that sense of deja vu, then you know the Fourth Dimension.  Ah!  Of course.  That makes perfect sense.  According to my history with "Whoa, that's happened before now!" I must maintain a small condo in this higher level of existence. If that's the case, I sure wish I could figure out how to spend a bit more time over there.  But, I'm much too busy trying to cope with the realities of this three-dimensional life!

I'm pleased, though, that my propensity for pondering the present allows my husband the freedom to consider theories on possibilities which have very little impact on the here and now.  After all, in light of his references to the Wright Brothers and Einstein and the world-is-round-folks, who's to say a curious guy like Jimmy Valdez won't one day profoundly change the way we live by discovering a permanent wormhole into deja vu over nachos and chit-chat.

And, I can say I knew him when.  My brilliant everyday man -- patron saint of the Fourth Dimension.