Up at eight. Breakfast and the paper. You have to trim the front plants before the heat of day and have magazines to read catch-up.
Whatever was on my mind just left. Nothing. Nada up there. Reminds me of a couple of days ago when niece Jean asked where I got my high school nickname, “Moose”. I told her it was from a big guy with little memory in Archie Comics. Someone might have asked, “What’s up, Orndorff?” and I suppose my response would have been, “No idea.” One week I was switched from right tackle on the football team to fullback because they found out I could run the hundred in twelve seconds and I weighed 230 pounds. However, I could never remember the plays from the time they were given to the time the ball was snapped. I was pumped when I got the nod to try it, thinking I would be some new star, but alas, not to be. Back to right tackle, second string no less. I think that was in my junior year. Sometimes nothing is my mind, like it left me behind and went to town.
Leaving the irony aside, post. – Amorella.
No doubt I have told this story before.
Ran an errand to Ace Hardware, did the trimming but not the cleanup. Get it done, orndorff. – Amorella.
Mid-afternoon. Yard work. A long nap on the living room floor. Crackers, cheese and a hot dog for lunch. You read the new Consumer’s Report and found your 2003 Honda Accord get the same twenty-five miles per gallon average (each year) as the top rated new Nissan, the new Honda gets less.
What is irritating is that I would have expected more MPG by 2011. Why buy a new car? I am waiting for one that gets 44 MPG city/highway. Looks like that unless we buy a Prius it isn’t going to happen in my lifetime, and Carol doesn’t want a Prius and the next car is hers to buy so . . . not in my lifetime.
You are not in a writing mode, boy. Later. - Amorella.
You are excited that you are going to see Kim, Paul and Owen this weekend. The excuse: babysitting Friday night and picking up Jadah the cat.
We are always happy to go up to the Eastside of Cleveland, and Kim told us today that they are going to be there two more years rather than one so Paul is staying for a fifth year at the Clinic, main branch for further experience and study. Once in a lifetime opportunity from my perspective, so he might as well take it. Reminds me of our job opportunity to teach in Brazil in 1970. I had started a pre-doctorate program but there is no way I would continue with that – whenever would I ever have another opportunity to teach overseas? The jobs were available and we took them. I think it is the same for Kim and Paul – it is wonderful – some turns in life are not so wonderful – I am proud of both of them for staying on.
After twenty-one hundred hours and you are ready to carry on but noticed that you have not much to write from your ‘occurrance’ a few days back.
I placed the blogged material in the scene and made a couple of minor changes. Now I have:
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Intuitively and childlike Tiresias, thinking ‘rejoice’ in ancient Greek, uttered, “Khai-reh,” He waited but discovered no voiced response. Tiresias sensed the remanet, a flitting of soul shadow in his mind, the shadow of a living human soul.
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I am not sure what a soul shadow is.
"This is Tiresias. The plane of a soul shadow is flat. The flitting is like viewing light from beneath the surface of water as in the Sea near the island of Milos, Greece."
I checked Milos online and found a photo my character feels is appropriate and to the point.
This is on a promontory on the western part of Pollonia. Taken from:
www.greektravel.com/greekislands/milos/beaches/pollonia1
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This is much easier to grasp as a visual. I already have a couple of underwater shots I can use that are similar; however, I am wondering; one, whether, or under what conditions a soul-shadow is perpendicular rather than flat, and; two, what ‘light’ causes the shadow in the first place? (In terms of the character’s perspective in the story.)
Amorella here. To your first question, the soul-shadow is flat when a person is living and perpendicular when a person is dead. If you think about it the reasoning is obvious. The radiation of the human heart is the cause of the ‘light’. Sometimes a candlelight is used to represent the heart light, other times the soul light. The heart light is the ‘radiation’ if you will, of human passion. The soul, as the moon, reflects the heart light as a poetic device in this book. Post. – Amorella.
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