A Sane Mother

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The last post was truncated (the line was disconnected) just after I described the beginning (Acidwise) of the fifth movement. To recapitulate, I found the fifth (last) movement gloriously beautiful, remininicient of the second movement.

My 'investigations' during approximately 25 (eheh) Acid Trips convinces me that the best way to enjoy the solitary segment of such a trip is to listen to music you consider beautiful. And keep your eyes closed.

Of course there are social aspects to an Acid Trip, in my case, Kootch and the kids. Kootch always remained aloof, in control, while Kathleen and Jenniffer (and Kathy's husband, Mark) usually tripped with me. Kootch was our psychological anchor, our contact with the real world. I would often marvel at her absolute perfection as she conducted herself in the midst of my temporary beautiful insanity. It seemed to me at those times that Kootch was a god-like being with qualities far exceeding my own poor abilities and that she lived in a totally different world.
I knew at those times that it was an illusion, that I lived in that same world but that I was on an Acid Trip. But I can tell you that Kootch was our psychological center, our last resort.

That was so important. We could never have enjoyed Acid the way we did without the rock-solid supervision of a sane mother.