Later mid-morning. You spent time on chores, playing with the cat, exercising with barbells, discussing the trip to Maine and periodically sitting in the chair since breakfast.
Lower back and other arthritic pains. Such is life. Working on lower back exercises. Some days are better than others, actually mornings are usually the worst part of the physical day. Just a statement.
Shortly after noon. When you walked downstairs this morning you were greeted with the aroma of a mostly done meatloaf, which was created following the secretly shared recipe of your Grandma Schick and Carol’s Grandma Cook (best of friends). Thinking on the aroma, the scent, and how it refreshes memories. Your mind most naturally moved to burnt human flesh.
That brings up a question. In here, do the heartansoulanmind share all the earth-oriented memories?
In the blog and books they do. – Amorella.
Which one of the three strikes the memory?
The one foremost affected/effected by it.
In my mind the memory of the burnt human flesh was in a self-induced hypnotic trance. It was not therefore real. Many real memories of well-loved food aromas should have come to mind before burnt human flesh.
Like what? What food memory comes to mind? – Amorella.
I can’t think of any, which seems odd. You would think there was a food aroma that would come to mind because my lifelong focus on eating good food.
That should tell you something.
The implication is that I do not like food. How very disturbing.
You enjoy eating food and the satisfaction of feeling full. – Amorella.
This is a revelation, though I don’t quite believe it. It shows me to be a silly sort of person.
You are what you are. – Amorella.
I am wordless here.
Post, as it is almost time for lunch. – Amorella.
Early mid-afternoon. You have little to say. Nothing on your mind? – Amorella.
Doug sent a note saying most of the Area 51 stories can now be explained. The names of exotic and not so exotic flying structures are accounted for, even an experimental lighter than air triangular ship. I was looking on Facebook and discovered one of my friends periodically watches “Ghosts” on the Travel Channel, evidently it is about the paranormal. I would not have thought she would be interested in such things. I have only caught a glimpse of the show or a similar one (most of the time) while passing through the channels. Never any proof. Just like aliens, no proof. I assume it is for the obvious reasons neither ghosts nor aliens actually exist, never an artifact of any kind, never footage that can scientifically show a ghost (or something similar exists in this world). Shows me how much I need imagination, and the concept of that is rather depressing. It is a sad world if neither exists or ever did exist.
Why is that? – Amorella.
Because I like to think our sense of ‘reality’ misses something.
What, specifically?
Another letter in the alphabets of the world, that’s what it comes down to.
Post. – Amorella.
You had a nap after cheese and crackers for lunch. Late afternoon you and Carol drove uptown for ice tea, you split a cookie and had a chat. Tomorrow Carol has an appointment in Hyde Park to see her other financial advisor. You are going with her to get out of the house, something you both like to do most every day. You took the 05 Honda so you could listen to Bloomberg radio on XM, alas things did not go well today.
The economic instability bothers me, not just here, but the world-wide effect that each nation’s crisis causes. I am not going to get started.
Supper, green beans, baked potato and meatloaf, one of your favorites. The news, and Carol is washing her hair. You are both hoping for rain within the hour as the storm is over Oxford, Ohio at present. You have nothing to say. – Amorella.
Two hours later, and you still have nothing in mind.
I don’t. Nothing.
Post. – Amorella.
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