Notes- Mostly Emerson

           Late morning, and you are still doing household chores.

Mid-afternoon, and Kim just called to say Owen is to stay home from childcare yet another day with a bit of upset stomach ‘flu’. Thus, we are called through family obligation and duty and love to head to the great frozen northern Ohio coast for a couple of days for nursing the eleven month old boy-child. Frankly, it is always fun to leave the house for a couple of days to see our ‘children’ no matter what the circumstances.

You were going to write on a January 2011 Harper’s essay by Phillip Lopate titled: “Between Insanity and Fat Dullness (How I Became an Emersonian),” page sixty-seven, plus; however, this will have to wait as you have someone coming to fix the garage door and also have to get ready for the trip north. – Later, dude. – Amorella.

         I found a passage that fits your present circumstances, this is no way intended to say you are as Emerson, but the words are quite understandable to your heartansoulanmind. So, let’s get to it.

         “At these journals’ core is Emerson’s sense that it is crucial to record one’s fugitive ideas – to note ‘the meteorology of thought.’ He was indeed the weatherman of his own consciousness, charting his moods just as he observed on walks the changing scenes of nature and sky. What I respond to most in Emerson is his even-keeled preoccupation with daily life, the daily mental round, and with that his resistance to the bullying closures of the apocalyptic imagination.

         Not that the mind was always a comforting place to hang out: ‘There is something fearful in coming up against the walls of a mind on every side & learning to describe their invisible circumference,’ he [Emerson] noted. Following in the footsteps of Plato and Montaigne, Emerson asserted that ‘the purpose of life seems to be to acquaint a man with himself,’ and he chose writing as the means to achieve self-knowledge.”

         Carol is fixing chili for supper as you wait for the garage door repairman. Post, and we will call it a day. – Amorella.