Late morning. You decided not to post yesterday because nothing seemed at all important to you, at least not enough to post. Last night a bad storm came through and left five inches of rain in some places like Brook Park over near Cleveland Hopkins Airport. About one-thirty in the morning you were awaken by the quick lightning and immediate thunder. The electric crew is working on the poles near the yard and the immediate neighbor to the north. It sounds from the discussions that the lightning hit next door, perhaps forty feet away from Kim and Paul’s house. Today the Internet service is not working, which is not all that important from your immediate perspective.
I glanced at the clock as the thunder roared and I believe it was one-twenty-seven. Kim’s fire alarm went off immediately – everyone was up but me. Even before the alarm was turned off I felt an electric’ sensation in my right forearm similar to that when my arm would go into a psychologically induced seizure.
You don’t really like to talk about it, but you had a sense that your forearm had been struck, not directly, but those nerves appeared to be immediately affected by the closeness of the lightning strike.
What comes to mind are (in a lab) frog legs being induced to quiver or jump from a short shock of electric. It was real enough to sense that sensation in the forearm muscles. . . . Carol and Owen just came in from a walk. Owen collapsed into a nap, Carol is doing some of our laundry, and we hope today that we can still drive home, leaving at five when Kim gets home. She says today is a good one because she is in charge of Freshman Orientation at Case-Western Reserve, with parents and new students, she enjoys it because it is a change from dealing with graduate students making their career choices at university’s termination. Kim always looks good, and very professional as she goes off to work; she at age thirty-one, makes this father proud.
Within, the lightning has had its effect as a reminder of how it has been in the past when dealing with me, Amorella. The reminder is real enough and you need to realize that a lightning strike or a seizure is a physiological event.
I can deal with it, Amorella. These things happen to people from time to time. It is not as if I have posttraumatic shock or anything along those lines. Funny, thinking about this makes my head ache in the left frontal and left temporal lobes so it may be that some activity is going on in those regions. I have been able to call brain activities from time to time, and once recognized correct (when she asked me specific questions and asking me (in front of the high school faculty at Indian Hill) by an expert in right/left brain thinking. I must be done because I cannot think of anything else to say about anything.
Perhaps the Internet is working, give it a try. – Amorella.
It is not.
Stop for now. – Amorella.
First, I am suddenly reminded that back in February I had a posting about my genealogy and I wrote that I feel that Shakespeare was written by the 17th Earl of Oxford but I think I wrote 70th Earl of Oxford instead. I think I tried to correct this months ago but it didn’t correct. People who read that probably think I am a crazy man out of my mind.
Orndorff, the blog states this is a ‘working’ blog; it is an ongoing lab report, so to speak. Natural errors are a part of your authenticity, boy.
Perhaps I have too many ‘natural’ errors, Amorella, and it makes these observations worthless.
These observations are only important to you, young man. Your the one who created the experiment of writing your mind; it was for your own curiosity if you remember.
True. It was. This is my time to waste, but I do not desire in any way to waste the readers’ time.
That’s the beauty, boy. No one is forced to read any of it. If people think it is a waste of time they will stop reading. People have free will, boy, even if you don’t feel you do. – Amorella.
I’m done for now.
Early afternoon. Carol is taking Owen for a short walk, the electric crew left, you two had lunch of leftover pizza from last night’s supper, Garcia’s while Owen had turkey sausage, cheese and banana as well as an electrolyte drink. So far, he has kept his breakfast and lunch down. He still has a light fever from a slight left ear infection for which he is taking antibiotics and Children’s Tylenol. He played some this morning and his long nap helped everyone. Now he is being clingy with his Grandma O. Shortly you will be off on a grocery errand. Later, dude. – Amorella.
Mid-afternoon. Why don’t you work on the intro to chapter eight, include the chess game. – Amorella.
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Chapter Eight
Scene 1
Morning, the tenth day of the rebellion as reckoned by the Dead’s counting of days. Merlyn stood on the empty fourth white square of the White Queen’s Rook on the Board facing back to the Queen’s pawn on rook square three ready to command the White Pawn to move forward one. He turned to his left for one last look of the Black’s fourth row across. Reading from the far right of the fourth row to the near left Merlyn saw an empty dark rook square, a black pawn on the light square, a black bishop on the immediate next dark square, an empty light square, a black pawn on the next light square, an empty dark square, an empty light square, and the last square, dark, also empty.
The fifth row, the middle row held two pieces, furthest from Merlyn the second, the dark square, holds a White Knight, then an empty white square followed to the left an empty dark square. In the next square, which is light, stands a black pawn. The rest of the fifth row sets empty.
Merlyn turn again to face the White Pawn for Move 22, and thus the contest continues:
Move 22 W. Pawn to Queen Rook 4 Black Bishop to Knight 2
Move 23 W. Pawn to Rook 5 Black Queen to Rook 2
Move 24 W. King Rook to King 1 Black Rook to Bishop 3
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You have the chess moves set through the rest of the chapters of all six books. Also, you have the moves pictured. Here is an example from where this chapter begins.
Count up four squares from the first square, the dark one, on the far left of the first, the bottom row. It appears empty, but Merlyn is not easily seen as here, he is one dimensional, not two. – Amorella.
Take home from Five Guys Burgers and Fries for supper. You talked to Paul and he mentioned the lightning strike – he thinks it hit the house – he thought the bed shook as he woke up and immediately the alarm went off before the thunder had stopped. He said it took him an hour or so to get to sleep and was surprised I wasn’t so bothered. I told him about the affect on my right forearm and his thought was that the charge was close enough for the negative charge traveled about ten inches or so up my forearm and by the time it got to my elbow it was a positive charge. I think if it hit the house like Paul thinks then it traveled down the aluminum siding which was less than two feet from where I was sleeping and my arm was dangling as it is a regular sized bed and there is not a whole lot of room for the cat, then Carol and then myself. Anyway, that is our present hypothesis.
Now that I think about it, the Monday before last Bob’s house was hit by lightning. I don’t know what the odds are but if I didn’t know better I would be a bit spooked.
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