Notes & more prep for scene 4, ch.6

        Shortly after noon. Worked on upper body exercises this morning as well as the internet. Two former students from Indian Hill have been sending you lists of students of those years and there are over eighty but after a few ‘misses’ of former students you have decided not to say hello anymore as you can’t remember the names of those you had on the list and don’t want to bother people, plus, with nine-hundred and twelve ‘acquaintance/friends’ it is taking on the appearance of just numbers which is and has not been the intent.

         This is just festering, Amorella. I wasn’t going to bring it up because I don’t know what to do about it. If someone, an old acquaintance or former student, and says hello, I’ll friend her or him but no more of me saying hello first, unless sheorhe is a now rare exception and someone I actually do know for sure was a student of mine and who may like to say hello. It has been too long ago. I enjoy the friendings I have though, all but three or four, people I have positively known earlier in my life. Sometimes when I have a few minutes I run through part of that list and names and photos pop up and so do the memories. A very satisfying few minutes once a week or so. Reading from that wonderful list always makes me more hopeful about our species.

        Mid-afternoon and you just came in from trimming the southwest side of the male Osage orange tree in front. Jared L., a son of the Lewis’ next door trimmed the northeast side of the tree yesterday so his mother could see the mailbox from her kitchen window. Tough tree, you think, full of long, sharply pointed needles and you need gloves to haul them to the pile by the street for pickup. Thunder in the near north distance, so you assume rain is coming eventually this afternoon.

         I just checked and we are about to being scene four, not three. I mean, if I did not write this stuff down I would have no idea where I am in context with these books. It is just amazing to me that I am plodding on at all. Who would have thought I would have so many words in me. Sometimes it is like lining up specifically decorated toy soldiers, that is the fun of it.

         You have decided to add an old photo of Ezekiel's tomb from Wikipedia. It helps set the scene for you. Here it is:

         You have been working on more specific details about the setting of Ezekiel’s departure and burial for scene four. You have a photo from Google Earth that puts you close to the death scene geographically. Add it here.

         Cut the photo in half horizontally where the road widens west to east. It is drivable almost to the edge of the Euphrates River. Just above where the wide road stops going east, is a square of green and a few buildings, within the square is supposedly where Ezekiel is/was buried. I am involved and internalize this scene within. It helps to ‘feel’ what my imagination has Ezekiel feel, that is, his humanity. Emersion is the only way to ‘be’ a character. His death was about 2500 years ago. That’s the way it will be according to Amorella.

         Enough for now, orndorff. Tomorrow you are off to Westerville to see Bob P. for lunch and have supper with your high school classmates at supper. Friday, up to Cleveland for a couple of days.  Relax. We will work on this scene as time permits. – Amorella.