Notes bound./Notice.30 Apr19/Notice.29 Aug.2019

20 April 2018

       Dusk. It is time to shut up for a change. Shut up, not shut down. What is the essence of being human? What purpose does it serve nature to have a soul attached to a physically limited being with heart and mind, particularly if the soul, the spiritual essence unclogged, was already here first? It seems to you that consciousness clogs the spirit; consciousness thus slows and focuses the seemingly more freewheeling spirit?- Amorella

       2053 hours. I am curious. In the long run being dead seems more important than being alive; that is, it seems to me that something is spiritually gained after being consciously alive. I like to think that becoming dead allows dimensional growth as thinking/reflecting allows dimensional growth while living. If consciousness does not exist after physical death then why have we have created the concept that it does? Is 'wishing something' an evolutionary trait for the spirit? Can the individual and/or collective human spirit wish a quantum collective into existence? These are questions I like to ponder, not because I might learn something, but because it gives me something presently to do with my heart and soul and mind. I can do this while being consciously alive. It seems the right thing to do at my age. I can think of nothing that I lose by continuing to wonder first and think second. 

       Post, boy. Time to go incognito for a while. - Amorella

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9 April 2019 / Revised: 30 April 2019

First, a continued Thank You for reading Encounters in Mind!

Second,

Welcome Notice
( if interested)

Encounters in Spirit            encountersinspirit@blogspot.com

This is a slight but important revision to my blog's Introduction at encountersinspirit@blogspot.com.

This is a spiritually oriented learning curve blog. I intend to show through reflection what the human spirit is to me. I am assisted by my long time inner guide, Amorella, and by my recently personified soul, Miss Havisham. This specific story focus with Miss Havisham begins within Note 88 of this blog. The preceding Notes 1-87 provide necessary transparent background. This is a personal work for my greater understanding of metaphysics within the human spirit. This is not a fiction.

Thank you.

I have a new blog that begins:

Old Man on a Study

The Old Man is real enough, but like most human beings he is more fiction than he likes to admit. This blog is written by a not so free spirit named "Amorella" through the Old Man's fingers on the keyboard. I am his poetically personified soul, "Ms Havisham" who also named myself through the Old Man's fingers on the keyboard. What is the present informal thesis of his tstudy? Whatever comes to mind each day the Old Man writes until he thinks of something better. - Ms Havisham

This blog is open to read but it is on a rest from writing. :-)

11 October 2019 - rho

oldmanonastudy@blogger.com

Notes - vanity

       Later afternoon. You, Carol and Kim had breakfast at First Watch on Polaris before heading up to the house to meet with your M/I supervisor, Jim and one of his assistants, Adam who will be taking over with most of the supervising until the M/I closing in late June or early July. On the way back to Mason you got a hold of the Dryer Vent Wizard and he is presently replacing some piping with ridged piping rather than the flexible piping you put in some fifteen to twenty years ago. - Amorella

       After supper at Potbelly's you stopped by B and N and bought Comey's A Higher Loyalty, and had the car washed. In the Introduction Comey writes about one's self is a form of vanity, and that normally he wouldn't write a book, especially about himself, but for our modern times. You however have spent much time writing about your inner thoughts and self. - Amorella

       1943 hours. His comment embarrasses me.

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vanity - noun - 1 she had none of the vanity often associated with beautiful women: conceit, narcissism, self-love, self-admiration, self-absorption, self-regard, egotism; pride, arrogance, boastfulness, cockiness, swagger, rodomontade; informal big-headedness; literary vainglory. ANTONYMS  modesty.2 the vanity of all desires of the will: futility, uselessness, pointlessness, worthlessness, fruitlessness.

CHOOSE THE RIGHT WORD pride, arrogance, conceit, egotism, self-esteem, vainglory, vanity If you take pride in yourself or your accomplishments, it means that you believe in your own worth, merit, or superiority—whether or not that belief is justified (she took pride in her work). When your opinion of yourself is exaggerated, you're showing conceit, a word that combines pride with self-obsession. If you like to be noticed and admired for your appearance or achievements, you're revealing your vanity, and if you show off or boast about your accomplishments, you're likely to be accused of vain glory, a somewhat literary term for a self-important display of power, skill, or influence. Arrogance is an overbearing pride combined with disdain for others (his arrogance led him to assume that everyone else would obey his orders), while egotism implies self-centeredness or an excessive preoccupation with yourself (blinded by egotism to the suffering of others). While no one wants to be accused of arrogance or egotism, there's a lot to be said for self-esteem, which may suggest undue pride but is more often used to describe a healthy belief in oneself and respect for one's worth as a person (she suffered from low self-esteem.

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       1950 hours. Thus, of this vanity I am guilty. What an embarrassment. It is time, I feel, to end this open-to-the-public thought-on-paper. Good grief. 

       Post, boy. We will continue your notes for personal therapy, that is, continue the necessity for you to write in some form. - Amorella

Notes - a short abrupt notice

       Mid-morning. You are at Joseph Toyota for a quick check up. -- All has been taken care of for the moment for fifty-two dollars labor. You are still looking for new tires. - Amorella

       2118 hours. Earlier in the afternoon I did buy new tires for the 2013 Avalon Hybrid: Continental 215/56/R17 Eco-Touring Plus (V) with 80,000 mile warranty from Discount Tires. The original Michelin's last 69,100 miles. Later today we received our house inspection results and have a few things to correct which we will do. We have a plan and will follow through as we want to be able to close on 10 May. We have a mover coming tomorrow and another Friday to give us estimates. Next Tuesday we have someone coming to install a radon prevention device, alas this is the most expensive fix up. Who knew we had radon leakage from the basement floor. Such is life. You do what you have to do and move on just like in every other aspect of life; you get'er done. 

       What is your favorite short poem by Tennyson, boy? - Amorella

       2135 hours. "Flower in the Crannied Wall"

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Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

Little flower – but ‘if’ I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all,

I should know what God and man is.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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       2140 hours. My romantic sensibilities are uplifted by Tennyson's words. This is a poem for the soul to read and reflect on. The heart is too eager and the mind is too perplexed by such words strung together in a reasonable form.

       You are speaking of your own soul, heart and mind here? - Amorella

       2145 hours. I am. Your question; and my immediate notice came direct from the soul, the heart later, and the mind later still. 

       Post. - Amorella

       2147 hours. In a short abrupt notice you made my day, Amorella. Thank you for the kindness. I shall sleep better tonight. 

Notes - pop up /

       Dusk. You drove home late morning then had dinner at Cracker Barrel mid-afternoon. The trash is out at the street and earlier you watched NBC News and last week's "Blacklist". You both read Sunday's paper, putting off yesterday's until tomorrow. You scheduled Joseph Toyota for Tuesday at nine to fix ongoing problems. - Amorella

       2217 hours. Kim, Paul and the boys arrived home about an hour before you did. Tim worked on cleaning up the local dam problem and with more rain yesterday and today there were no problems this time. Tim King is our local in-community hero today, that's my humble proclamation. We also watched the first few minutes of "Saturday Night Live" -- funny political skit even without actor of Trump literally on the scene. Growing older is interesting. A reflection on one's life is not how I thought it would be -- it comes in short spurts -- alternating electrical currents of feeling move about on a memory or two out of the blue. At ten, hiding under a bush in Grandma Schick's side yard, hiding from sister Cathy and cousin Marilyn (both five). The memory is my hand touching the bush pulling it in so they couldn't see me. The memory is the right hand pulling the branches inward making the leaves more of a wall. Title of the memory, "Right Hand Pulling Branches In" not playing tag or Cathy or Marilyn or even Grandma Schick. This would have been in the summer of 1952. It is not an important memory but that evidently doesn't make any difference. I have a lot of "touch" memories. Picking up an old wooden canoe is another. It hurt my fingers and hands lifting one end of it -- the surprise of how heavy it was. I was probably twelve. It was at Alum Creek down by the island and bridge on Main Street across from the water treatment plant. I was probably going fishing with Dad but I don't remember who was at the other end of the canoe. Dad was always trying to share what he loved with me -- hunting and fishing. He won out with camping. I loved going camping and hiking in the woods. I loved Boy Scout events and was proud my dad was a scoutmaster and an Eagle Scout in his day. I loved roughing it from time to time. To be going to sleep in a small tent in the middle of a pretty big woods was fine, especially when I had a friend along. Family camping was not the same thing, then I would have liked to slept nearby but in a tent by myself. There was always a quiet tension when Dad was in charge. I didn't like him ordering me around, commanding rather than asking. He could do this silently with body language. It seemed wrong to me for him to try to control everybody, but later I realized no one else felt this tension, just me. Enough retrospection for the night. This is how growing older is from time to time. Everybody has their own memories that pop up from nowhere. Some good, some bad, some mixed - just like life.

       Post. - Amorella

Notes - connections

       Noon. You are sitting in the car facing northwest on the curb parking at old Westerville Park after each eating two doughnuts from Schneider's Bakery. Alum Creek is on your left and the ball diamond is below on the right. Carol is reading Baldacci’s The Guilty. You can hear the bell chimes from Otterbein's Tower's Hall. The huge Sycamore trees still stand tall where you used to play in the wading pool when you were three and four. The craft's log cabin is still in place. Lots of memories from ages three right up into your twenties when you kissed a girl or two in the evening but cleaned the park (one of your many jobs) during the day while working for the city in the summer. - Amorella

       1210 hours. When I was five I remember watching Uncle Ernie pitch fast balls for his team. There was all a big crowd when Uncle Ernie and his brother were playing. Also, in those days everyone was down to watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July -- the quiet peaceful village that it was. There's a climbing station where the wading pool used to be and I don't see the teeter-totters -- slides and swings are there though and a fake train for climbing. A band shell still exists though it's a modernized remake. It is hard to believe I am seventy-five years old and we are coming back to my hometown, to Westerville and Otterbein. We went by the house and they were putting the copper roof on front porch, the place is slowly getting dressed. Fun. It's fun to be starting over by returning to your roots. Carol's too in that when she was four and five she played in the same park when visiting her Grandma and Grandpa Cook who lived on West Main, a city block from the park itself. I like to think that in those days my sister Cathy was four to five too and we would still come down to the park on the weekends visiting grandparents. Maybe they played together or nearby. I would have been somewhere around ten at the time. 

       Connections, that the point, boy, all the connections in both your lives. Post. Amorella

Notes - Longhorn and Jen /

       Morning. Carol is with friends having breakfast at First Watch near Montgomery. You were putting two new BBC 'Culture' articles on your Facebook page. - Amorella

       1005 hours. What a beautiful Spring morning, clear skies with a high of 75 degrees. This morning we paid our house insurance by the quarter this time.

       Mid-afternoon. You had a late lunch at Longhorn and said 'good-bye' to Jen saying you would call and stop in once in a while once you know she is going to be there. Carol is on Chapter Four of The Guilty by David Baldacci and you are facing west sitting the hill at Pine Hill Lakes north. - Amorella

       1525 hours. I am sad because I am going to miss Jen. She is always friendly and personable and our lunches are always excellent. Ann, Morata, Judy and Carol, all four were there for breakfast. Judy did not know we were moving but they all agreed that they would do lunch from now on. They plan on one more breakfast at their usual First Watch during the first week of May. They also suggest they might visit Westerville during the summer. It made me feel good that the four will continue to see each other as they have for the most part of the last forty some years, beginning long ago at the large old bricked two story Blue Ash Elementary School at the southwest corner of Kenwood and Cooper Roads in old central Blue Ash. The school was begun about 1905 but when it closed it closed in 1985 it housed about 460 students. The students and faculty moved to the Indian Hill Wyandot Elementary where Blue Ash Elementary continued until they finally built a new school back in Blue Ash proper next to the Blue Ash branch of the University of Cincinnati off Plainfield Road in 2002. Carol retired from Sycamore Public Schools in 2004.

       Post. - Amorella

Notes - T. and W. /

10 April 2018

       Last night you received an offer to buy. Susie dropped by this morning to enter negotiations and took back your offer to sell. Someone was showing the house from one-thirty  until two-thirty. You had lunch at Panera/Chipotle and now you are waiting for Carol at Kroger's at Tylersville and Cox. Tomorrow you are up to Kim and Paul's and are meeting Jim A, your M/I supervisor for a pre-drywall inspection then returning tomorrow night. You are looking forward to seeing the house and your cats, whom you miss, and Kim of course. - Amorella

       1451 hours. I hope we can come to an agreement on the house price. We and Susie are in agreement as to what we will settle for and what we won't. I just want this done so we can literally move on. Much of our 'stuff' is packed and ready to go or close to it. The house is a 'shell' of our typical home setting, mostly bare bones furniture.

11 April 2018

      Today you along with Carol, Kim, Paul and Pam, your realtor in Delaware County and the M/I supervisor went over the electrical inspection of the house. You were surprised to find the painted siding had been installed and the inside of the house is more cleaned up. The next major work after inspections by the county will be adding insulation to walls, etc. then dry wall construction will begin. You, Carol, Kim and Paul had lunch at Polaris before you and Carol headed home. We you arrive at Kim and Paul's you spent an hour with your cats while Kim and Paul were looking for a new iPhone. This has been a very good day overall. Post. - Amorella

       2324 hours. This has been a very satisfying day. Things have been done. Thankful.