Up, chores, breakfast, paper. The usual. Family coordination for Aunt Catherine’s ninetieth birthday bash in Columbus on Saturday is Carol’s self-made project of the day.
We need to know how it is going to be. Lots of Ohio politics in the air this week with Senate Bill Five. Many people are fired up to get rid of public unions or water them down to near nothing. We have a vested interest in that our retirement will be affected.
As you like to say, ‘Cheer up things are going to get worse.’ Your anger saps some of your energy and focus, boy. This is a part of the language of the heartansoulanmind in the books.
I am reminded of a Biblical quotation: “Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord”. I looked it up online to its oldest Biblical reference:
Leviticus 19:18. You shall neither take revenge from nor bear a grudge against the members of your people; you shall love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.
I do not remember this passage, but then I do not remember much of what I once read in younger days. I find I like this passage translation better than “Vengeance is mine”. The tone is calmer and reads more like a prophecy, especially with the “you shall”. We Protestants can make our own inferences.
So, you are Protestant now?
Just a figure of speech, an inside joke.
So, you laugh at the Book of Leviticus?
I laugh at myself, Amorella.
There is much to laugh at, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.
I well see the mirror. We appear to run parallel in the humor department.
At times, boy, this is so. – Amorella.
Before noon and you are up foggy from a nap.
Nothing on my mind, Amorella. A mostly sunny day it is and I imagine we will do something with it. I was on the floor dozing by the cat, she lay furry and cat-curled on her two-toned gray-gray green plastic travel house. Now, up she sits and regal-like and Egyptian. Now, she sits I a quick self-cleaning; and on to the waking world of house and us, her family companions. Who knows what meets the mind of a domesticated cat. I read the other day that unlike dogs, cats domesticated themselves some many thousands of years ago. Much like a cat, meeting the world on terms of cat independence. What a coat cleaner this cat is. I find joy observing the cat as she observes the wild critters beyond the window of civilization. Like that, she is off beyond the stairway behind me, seeking food, sun or Carol. Or, perhaps she just seeks another place to rest the day away. Jadah the monochrome sometimes mirrors our own daily life. And, we too reflect now that we have the time (for which we are thankful to have lived long enough to enjoy).
Before noon it still is. A wild bird begins a Spring song. A pleasant break. Post and enjoy. Later, old man. – Amorella
Later afternoon. Carry out lunch from Penn Station, you sat in the parking lot at the corner of Western Row and Tylersville, listened to Bloomberg and watched the cars go by, an errand to the bank then north towards Lebanon and a return home via once farm roads, about twenty-five miles of leisurely driving in farm country.
The drive reminds me of the Ohio we knew in the late forties and fifties. A few of the farms are beautifully kept, including large milk cow barns and silos of that era. Even newer ones are painted and well kept. Warren County is an interesting place with its diversity of architectural town and country time zones.
You are working on finishing up your download of February’s blog – having a few photos to add. You feel this is necessary for added security. The problem, as I see it, is that you have these documented by month while the blog is continuous. You have subtly changed some aspects of the blog along the way as in the beginning it was only a blog and not seemingly relevant to book four as you had not begun it yet. It would be easier to research if the blog were in one document, or at least a document by year. As you have been thinking about this in the back of your mind it might as well be presented out front. – Amorella.
It is a project I can undertake in off time when not much is going on. Sitting and looking at the late afternoon sun reflecting off the tree bark is relaxing in itself but relaxing is not purposeful to me for anything more than it is. Reading for purpose is what I have always done and I suppose I feel I am writing for purpose too. At least it is now something that can be shared with daughter and grandson when I am no longer around. I can hear daughter now. “You want something to do, read your grandfather’s mind. Let me know what you think.” When she read literature, saw theatre, or television or films, I liked to question her about what she saw or read. Not quizzes and the like, but I wanted to know what she thought, what was going through her mind. It allowed me a more intimate portrait of her intellectual and emotional development without appearing prying and nosy. I still ask her such questions today and she tells me but she also asks me what I thought of said book or film or show. She is real upfront at times. Daughter is still a delight.
I have all my automobile expense books back to 1965 in a shoebox in the closet. I just like to keep records. Gives me the satisfaction of being consciously alive I would imagine.
Nothing to imagine about that, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.
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