Up early, watched/played with Owen while listening to Renaissance music on AOL.radio. Breakfast. Email, and you are ready for a nap before mid-morning. > Running errands, presently at the grocery on Green. You ordered your Merlyn’s Mind trilogy for the high school reunion in June and had it sent it on to Jean N. L. for safekeeping. You are feeling better now that that is done.
Fortunately I remembered and had a back up address in the MacBook. I always need backups. It is terrible and embarrassing to not remember people’s names, people I know for goodness sakes. And earlier I could not remember my email address. Drew a complete blank. It took a minute to think of it. Nothing new, just an annoyance since I was four or five. What I dislike the most is that I usually feel uncomfortable around seldom seen people at a party or cocktail-like setting.
Let’s go to it before CSI orndorff.
Scene 12
Mother listened to Mario and Aeneas’s observations and kept her comments to herself. The surprise was that she had never attended such a sacred ceremony. My own grandfather, why did Takis keep this from me, she thought. When I told him of my own initial experience of being dead with the strange human-like, pouch people he said next to nothing. It was a shock to be Here, the people who followed me were mostly those who knew me and grandfather personally. That’s how I remember it. We were all tribally related. Then my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and so on followed until Now.
That evening she quietly sat with her grandfather along the River Styx. “How did you know I would come here?” She asked.
Takis smiled with the usual twinkle in his eye and responded, “Because you knew I would not come to you.”
“I had a talk with Mario and Aeneas.”
In some seriousness, he said, “What did you learn, child?”
“I learned you have kept a great secret from me.”
“What is that?”
“The shamans’ dance to Earth.”
“We have only had two other such dances, and they were long ago.”
“Why now? Why the witnesses?”
“It is time for the Dead to act together.”
“The human Dead?”
“Yes.”
“The Living do not act together Takis. Why should the Dead?”
“We are not separate, child.”
[to be continued]
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This needs more work, descriptions and fill-ins, but I wanted you to see where this scene is going. Tomorrow afternoon you and Carol are returning to Mason with the two cats. Craig and Alta B. are arriving Sunday evening. We can work on the scene tomorrow as well as Friday. Relax. – Amorella.
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