Mid-morning. You have been to Walmart returning two seat cushions that were two small for the front porch chairs and buying assorted odds and ends needed for diet and chores. You are in the living room as is Carol who is laughing reading last week’s Time column by Joel Stein on which the subject was seeing if anyone wanted to see his penis online. It turns out nobody did, not even his wife who has seen it before. Very funny, you think. You both love reading Joel Stein; and as it is a dreary rainy Saturday the column brightens the day. The newest Time should arrive in today’s mail.
Carol mentioned author, William Trevor while reading the Time article, “Questions for David McCullough”, and you would like to read several of his short stories, especially the ones that won the O. Henry Awards: “Sacred Statues”, “The Dressmaker’s Child”, “The Room”, and “Folie a Deux”.
It would be rather nice to be able to buy short stories on iTunes like you can music, books and videos. As such I will no doubt have to research a bit. I had a powered drink for breakfast (I have a pile of packets left over from 2004 when I had the stomach clamp put in). It would be good to lose fifteen pounds or so, eighty pounds would be even better but that is not going to happen without the result of near organ failure or something of the like. Then I’d just as soon be dead anyway. Yawning, eyes tired, need a nap. Such a dreary morning.
Your arrogance is assuming that I will not say to post this because you haven’t said anything. What else is new, boy? Post. Take a nap, and you’ll probably feel better. – Amorella.
Mid-afternoon. You are home from a late excellent late lunch at the local Cracker Barrel off Fields-Ertel Road. Spent time on Quicken software updating one of the banking accounts.
Dusk, and I am looking at the statue photo of Meir and thinking about Takis and what they have in common as ancients and what Ezekiel and Tiresias have in common as 750 BCE moderns.
As you are visual oriented check out smaller photos of the characters – just their faces, and imagine how it is. Give yourself some leeway here and think about how they would be in your classroom, not the other way around. Think of them as adolescents.
That’s almost too strange, Amorella.
They were young once, boy. So were you. Do it and see what happens. – Amorella.
I couldn’t do it. It is not responsible. It is not respectful of their representations. I did however come up with human photos for use in this scene nine.
By all means, include them here, orndorff and then tell me why you chose each one. – Amorella.
Takis – a close up of the original photo above. I kept him because I like his eyes and smiling teeth. He looks as though he is at one with the natural elements and himself. Grandma Earth puts her right hand on his left shoulder. It’s there whether you can see it or not.
I like this fellow who will be Meir because of his rolled eyes (like Merlyn had in the story more than once) and his wild-like nature. He has an ancient’s face. Grandma Earth runs up his spine.
This will be Tiresias because I cannot tell which sex this person is. A male with a feminine appearance or a female with a male appearance. Thoughtful. Pondering. Understanding. Grandma Earth holds out her left hand and Tiresias dances on her upturned palm as she smiles down at him.
There is something dramatically Ezekiel about the face. A burden. A knowing of how things can be and are. A man who has been subjected to deportation, driven from his homeland. Grandma Earth observes him from the invisible roots of Earth shifting between her toes. She knows who he is even if he does not.
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Bones and skin dress the soul, boy. That’s where Grandma is in these photo settings. With her blessing, this will work. Grandma will dance in your fingers from time to time in this scene, whether you like it or not. – Amorella.
I feel better about this already. Grandma was with me during all of her stories. The mind can do many things beyond surviving death, at least in these books. – rho
Post. – Amorella.
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