A relaxing day. Breakfast at Mama’s Kitchen, a small white hot chocolate at Dunkin Donuts, the Harry Potter film at ten-thirty, a nap, late family lunch at the Conch Republic north of Madeira Beach at three-thirty, and now you have returned to Port Tampa awaiting the national news and Sixty Minutes while Linda and Bill are gearing up for another work week after the morning and early afternoon where Bill, along with daughters Jen and Jean worked on putting up their legendary multitude of lawn Christmas decorations (sometimes they make the local news TV stations a video clip during Christmas week).
Some people in Florida get into Christmas more than we do with sometimes real snow and snowmen, etc. Sometimes we put up outside Christmas lights and a wreath but that is about it. And, if we are going to be gone we don’t even put a tree up. When Carol does though the tree is really well decorated, artistically quite holiday handsome.
You watched Sixty Minutes while putting two new phones in at Bill and Linda’s. You wonder about Mark Zuckerberg’s privacy on Facebook as the question was brought up.
Carol and Linda do not like the site because of the issue of privacy but so far it hasn’t been a bother to me. People have to ask to be friended and I have to agree. It is rare that I agree to anyone who I do/did not know personally, maybe I have four friends who were vouched for by former students and a few I did not have in class but know/knew while at the schools where I taught. You have to trust your friends. Besides, while I do have privacy in my life, I don’t have much in my head.
You have none as far as I am concerned, boy. – Amorella.
I understand. That was the first prerequisite in my relationship with you or another part of myself, whichever. No secrets within. This was not so easy to adjust to. When I thought you, Amorella, were angelic-like I tried to have no bad thoughts. Impossible. The more I thought, “no bad thoughts” the more bad thoughts I had. I had to just ‘let them go”. Let them fly out of my head. This is easy to write now, but at the time it was not. I had/have to constantly remind myself of my basic humanity and to be just who I am, myself. Otherwise, I cannot write as I wish, or rather as Amorella wishes, which actually is how I wish more deeply. At least to this point that has been the case. I really don’t have anything to say. No more words.
Post. – Amorella.
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