Notes & more prep for scene 4, ch.6

         Up before six. Played with then fed the cat, opened the shades for her morning discovery of the yard critters, birds and surrounds. Last  evening you had about twenty-eight fellow classmates at your Westerville gathering at Jimmy V’s. Everyone appeared to have had a good time, you took photos which you will have to get to Jean and Sherry passed out the CD’s and group photo from the reunion in June. You meet again in October, second Thursday. Before this you saw Bob P. who is looking well. Back to Taco Bell for discussion and reading his new and revised poetry; says he is leaning avant garde on his poetry these days. You have always admired him for his craft and talent with the pen. And, beyond that, his words fill your head with images, many times similar to your own, twin-minded you both are especially when it comes to word choice, delivery and content.

         Bob is most always more specific on theme as it is poetry and that is its natural intent. Our thoughts ride together when I read his work, it is interesting and fun to read his mind on a deeper more intimate level when I read his work. I am there, in his head, so to speak. And, I imagine that is how it might be in the story among the Dead. Connections two dimensional and quiet, though most fully absorbed in thought and in a more private responsive tone of soul or spirit at the same time.

         Shortly after twenty-two hundred hours and you have spent most of the last hour watching the Westerville High “50^th Class Reunion” DVD which you thoroughly enjoyed. Paul has been working on the router which presently is not working so tomorrow you can backdate this for blogging purposes.

         Earlier you watched an episode of “Through a Wormhole” that Paul had copied and enjoyed it although much of the material, from your perspective, is a few years old. You were trying to gather your mind around the idea of consciousness being as a black hole, as it were, in that the concept of ‘self’ as the light so drawn in to reality central that it can never escape because without it there is no sense of a real perspective of existence.

         Before bed and Kim came down to say good night and chose to watch a bit of your reunion video with you while you talked of old times. You love her for that kindness.

         I would not think to say this, but it is true. I love Kim for the kindness of allowing me to share a moment.