Mid-afternoon. Carol is over at Linda’s school helping. Bill is not home yet. Earlier today you and Carol drove along Bay Shore, east to State Route 41, then south to Sun City Center. You inspected Carol’s parents’ old house in the St. Andrew’s Estates on the east side of town, then west, over to Ruskin and south on SR 41 to Dooley Grove for fresh oranges, grapefruits and tangerines to take up North. Dooley Grove, until quite recently, had a store in Sun City Center, lost their lease after the more than thirty years (you have been buying there). Returned to Linda and Bill's just in time for Carol to venture to Linda’s school.
I remember back in 1972 and before, when the main way South from Tampa was SR 41, took it to Alligator Alley at Naples then over and down to Key West. That was the main road through all the little and large towns, trucks and all.
I need to work on getting Scene 13 lined up correctly. What this entails is rereading and putting it into some logical and or humorous order. I would rather go with the humor as that is what it is going to take to complete this task.
Post, old man. Take a break from the driving, then do what is necessary. – Amorella.
I have to say, you have your methods. At one time I would have been embarrassed to have put an unfinished outline in my notes. You are less ridged in your tasking than I am.
You have learned to relax within. No real anxieties as far as I can see. No need for anxieties with this written work no matter what the source. Here is why, you have paid your dues, and you owe no one anything, including me, boy. Now, let that be a lesson to you. – Amorella.
I don’t agree completely. As I think of you as a ‘gift’, I feel obliged to . . . .
See, you are not so arrogant as you sometimes think you are.
I think I understand the inner lesson here.
You do, old man, now, let it go, and post. – Amorella.
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