Notes

        Noon. You are sitting in the parking lot outside Carter’s on Cleveland’s east side waiting for Carol and Kim and now Owen and Paul who just went in to see what the women are up to. Busy morning, mostly watching and playing with Owen.

         Such energy the little guy has, always a focus but not always for long. Sometimes though he can go fifteen or twenty minutes working on something, plus he likes to stand by the front window and observe the happenings on the street. Yesterday a real school bus stopped out front and he really looked as he has seen/played a yellow school bus on the “Wheels on the Bus” app. His balance is improving and he now walks around the room as long as he has something to hold onto, shuffles may be a better description than walk. Plus he is learning to climb. Fun to watch and play with. We work on the ABC’s and numbers one through ten in English, French, German, Spanish and Portuguese (not much difference in the numbers). The idea is that he learns to accept the sounds as speech not to actually learn the other languages., although I would hope Paul and his mother will teach Owen Korean. I think sometimes that English can become too specific, too many words, when a general one will do because it allows for more imagination on the listener’s part.

         Paul was called for surgery so you are waiting until later for lunch. Owen has just been fed solids of something and you want to write but don’t feel there is the time.

         Time is interesting. I was just looking at a FB photo of Jim P. and his family (teaching colleague at Indian Hill) and I saw a Christmas photo from a couple years ago. I haven’t seen his wife and daughter in many, many years. The photo reminds me of the time lapse, but in my head I remember them from the late seventies and we were all much younger. In memory little time has passed but in reality it has. Memory is a reality too, even if it is missing some details. The memory is a subjective reality, but it is a reality that can be emotionally stronger than the present day reality. In some ways it reminds me of the small pebble in the shoe that feels like a much larger stone. Our physical senses are problematic in sensing what actually ‘is’.

         Post. Though later you may wonder what you are really trying to communicate here. – Amorella.