Early Saturday morning. No one else is up. You had a busy two days. Thursday was spent with old friends, Bob P., Fritz M., Cathy and Tod, as well as your Class of 1960 gathering. The best wit of the day was this wonderful clip.
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You and Bob were eating a delicious lunch at Logan’s Steak House at Easton Shopping and the male server said:
Server: “Are you ready for a brownie for dessert?”
Bob (deadpanned): “I’d like a girl scout.”
And, seeing the confused expression on the server’s face you said,
“An eighteen year old girl scout.”
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I should not have interfered. This day and age though, what are you going to do but protect your friends. Bob who is a kind and considerate curmudgeon was playing on “brownie” and “girl scout”, but as both of us looked quite old (with our canes) and somewhat worn around the edges, it might have come out as a terrible “dirty old men” comment with a pedophile slant to some. I saw it as quite charming and witty, and typical quick thinking Bob.
Then I really thought about the incident and it made me really angry. Media is so pronounced that it has been become the stand . . . I know why am I angry at myself . . . too sensitive to the times, so much so that it interfered with my original sense of humor, to the wit. When I mentioned this to Carol she said, “He could have been talking about Girl Scout cookies, as the focus was dessert.” Typical Carol remark. Then, of course, she could easily have been right as she so often is. So, it was back to me, I thought the remark was about a Girl Scout, I put the “dirty old man” theme to it and added the pedophile slant.
Could be, boy. You never asked Bob his intent, but he surely caught yours. Perhaps this was your unconscious thought about John Newton's words to the hymn the other day.
“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.”
This could very well be, Amorella. That certainly would make me a ‘wretch’ at least in my own eyes.
In many people’s eyes, boy. Title it, “Grace” and post. – Amorella.
(Online free dictionary)
Breakfast at Yours Truly and you are sitting in the car still at Shaker Square while the others are enjoying the weekly Farmers’ Market on the Square – lots of tents and people and even a group of about thirty yoga students ‘working out the their spiritual methodology through bodily manipulation.
It is so odd – I cannot think of the correct words to use so you are using what comes to mind. Now, did you induce what is here or did I?
You did, boy. I cannot bring to consciousness specific nouns, verbs, etc. I can interpret what is important in you lack of conscious expression, but as the yoga experience does not affect your heart or soul either, for that matter (as it is not personalized) I set it down as you stumblingly consider the intent of your descriptive communication (in this case).
Late afternoon. Paul is at the hospital studying for the Boards, Kim, Carol and Owen are out shopping, and you have been watching previews of the new PBS Masterpiece Theatre mystery, “Zen” which is set in Rome. You are not entirely ‘sold’; but will watch the first episode on tomorrow night.
Such a relaxing day. Pulled pork sandwiches for supper (Paul’s recipe). I had no lunch as breakfast was far too large, a killer skillet with about four too many unhealthy items such as bacon, sausage, bread and potatoes. The eggs were probably not so good for me either, but all in all it was quite a delicious ‘farm’ breakfast which if I had gone out and worked in the fields all day would have been burnt off by now. This began with a large glass of ‘fresh orange juice’ – it tasted just like it does, when in Florida you pick off the trees yourself, use an electric squeezer and drink pure orange juice from tree to liquid in fifteen or twenty minutes. I am still not that hungry.
You just ate three pieces of candy, why would you be hungry at all? – Amorella.
You are relentless, Amorella. This is somewhat embarrassing to have mentioned.
It would be healthy for you if you weren’t so embarrassed, boy. You have a battleground of a body. This has been weaned into a spiritual battle also.
Microsoft Word does not like present perfect tense and shows this by a wiggly green line under ‘has been weaned’. I used to love past, present, and future perfect tense when in early junior high school, seventh and eighth grade grammar, even ninth grade grammar.
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Past Perfect Verb: verb tense that tells about one past action that occurred before another past action;
Present Perfect Verb: verb tense that tells about an action that happened sometime in the past and is continuing in the present.
Future Perfect Verb: a verb form that expresses action completed by a specified time in the future.
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I have, since those early days of understanding, always enjoyed the ‘fluidity’ in terms of a sense of time conditionals. It is no wonder (in my mind) that ‘a flowing river’ is a connecting image to ‘passing’ from this universe to the next (if there is one). In some ways, life would be much easier if there weren’t an afterlife. I cannot however imagine a purpose other the procreation of the species. Unless, our species would help usher in another species that would indeed have an afterlife. That would be cool – anything actually, that would demonstrate we have some worth beyond self. Even if we knew, as a species, we were to be the ‘caretakers’ of the planet, that is, that we, as a part of Mother Earth, are higher conscious extensions of her duties, of her mastery of useful physics that promotes the growth of higher consciousnesses – a continual step up the ladder, so to speak, that would give us a legitimate purpose for being.
Mother Nature, in the books via Grandma, does appear to know her purpose, something humans can imagine and create, but do not know. Would people be better off knowing?
No.
Then why spend time imaging such a scenario?
Good question.
It is about time for supper. Post. – Amorella.
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