Another flash of memory last night, about nine or ten and the focus was on your sister, Cathy’s, blue and white tea set – only this morning you realize these were cups and saucers the family used, but the focus was on the colors, blue and white. If it raised a flag, Israel is the first country that comes up, but you had been thinking about the disk album, Black and Blue, so you inadvertently dream popped Blue and White.
It is odd that I have had this second flash memory, it was not a dream, Amorella, though unconsciously fantasy driven it could have been. This has happened before and I have tied it to the creativity in story creation, that is, on my own, without your help. An old baby blue saucer and exterior cup with a white interior dug up behind the garage at my parents’ Minerva Park home. I assume this has to do with the next scene. I would have been delivering the Columbus Citizen or Columbus Citizen Journal during the time period. Listening to my short wave radio would have been another major pastime. Reading Greek mythology would have been yet another. That’s about it.
Perhaps the ‘blue’ is in reference to the musical and psychological category and not a color.
That would work too. I immediately have in mind, “There’s a Hole in the Bucket” song with the singers Harry and Odetta Holmes-Belafonte, early sixties. > Amazing. I just checked and listened to the song on YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=yD-ffhvefsw . Saw them live, my first concert, while at college, they appeared at Memorial Hall in Columbus. While the title is “There’s a Hole in the Bucket” it was/easy for me to delete and add: There’s a Hole in the Universe” as a title – just need added gallows-humor lyrics.
There is a hole in the universe, orndorff. That’s how this all works, boy.
A hole in my head, Amorella.
That too, boy.
It is so pleasant to have one’s apparent meaning attached to something lacking.
You find it useful.
Indeed, I do. > How does this material relate to scene ten, or does it?
You are at Kroger’s lot on Tylersville after an hour’s ride in the country to view the trees. Tomorrow and Tuesday the workers come to replace all the windows, but the oak sliding door in the kitchen will come later. Next, the countertops, sinks and fixtures in the kitchen to be replaced, new decorator window shades in the living and dining room and perhaps a wood floor in the dining room to match the wood floor in the entrance, hall, and half bath downstairs. Then the downstairs will be updated.
Fun projects as it looks like to me that this is going to be our last house, and as we built it to our specs in 1992, it is just as well. We will move later and I think we will be buying a two to three bedroom, one floor condo or something thereabouts. We might as well enjoy living with the updates now rather than wait and throw something together when we try to sell the place, that’s our attitude anyway. The major focus tomorrow is keeping our eye on the cat, keeping her out of harm’s way, as people say. Jadah likes to follow the sun from one side of the house to the other, picking up rays from dawn to dusk so it is going to be a traumatic disruption for her.
This next scene is going to include Salamon, Mario and Sophia as well as a short bit of dialogue between Aeneas and Kassandra’s friend, Agathia. First, what to do about the building of the bridge, and second, how to bridge the other Earth cultures of Dead. Salamon and Sophia want to continue building the bridge because it is important in that people can see the progress. Mario is sure Takis has a plan that benefits himself, Mother, and the early Dead first. His idea is that the older Dead should meet first because there is less difference in the early cultures. The basic of survival are primary for this early group and they realize how much they are burdened by the broadened aspects of culture as seen by eight hundred before the later common era. The early Dead want to return to their ‘civilizations’ of fifty thousand years previously, to the time of small villages and hunters and gatherers and defending local turf only to the point of scented/marked territory. Going on supper, post now that you are home. – Amorella.
After twenty hours of day and you have the first draft paragraphs of Scene Ten of Chapter Six of Book Four. Post it, and this is all for tonight. – Amorella.
Scene Ten
Early evening of the eighth day; supper at The Mikroikia. Salamon, Mario and Sophia walk into the local eatery for communal flavor, taste and conversation. Each has an agenda for discussion and once seated towards the public back wall and each having the appearance of a clay cup of semi-sweet white wine at hand, Sophia begins with Athena unknowingly to all, lying as a gray shadow just underneath the table.
Strapped as a muddled though golden point a trumpet is sheathed flat out at her starred waist looking a bit from the café’s floor as small ordered Orion’s belt. If one were of another culture she may appear as the smoothed arch-angelic figure, Michael. Not here though, not in Elysium. Truly, this slight shade under-tabled, is the highest of Betweeners below the Supervisor or so some culturally biased readers may think. A beam of light may be what it is, but prismed by pre-supposed human thought becomes conceptually a finely constrained and variegated word choice that ultimately appears less than heranhis actual reasoning would have it.
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A note to those who have made comments. Tonight is the first time I have found and read them. Sorry. I have not paid attention. I will address those comments in English. I cannot read the Asian languages, but I have a son-in-law who reads Korean and perhaps he can help me. Thank you for taking the time to write. It is much appreciated. Rich Orndorff
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