25 September 2011

Notes - a blunt bent of gallows humor / Cub Scout popcorn / Sc.2, Ch.8

         A lot of politics in the Sunday paper, for you Issue Two which is against Ohio SB-5, is the big one to vote “For”. Everything costs money, boy, and a lot of people don’t want to pay for the “civilization” that others are willing to pay for. People who have their money want to keep it and you are no exception on that score. People who don’t have money need it to survive. You see no win-win situation here.

         Why are you bringing this up? I don’t want to think about such things because it is a waste of time.

         What do you want to think about that is not a waste of time? – Amorella.

         Such a blunt bent of gallows humor you have, Amorella; the quip reminds me of one of Robert’s own. Leaves me dangling in the wind with no good response in mind.

         Good. Glad to be of service. Post. – Amorella.


         You just finished your walk at Pine Hill park while Carol is still venturing through her much longer one. A gray late morning with a shot of sunshine every so often.

         Many today pronounce the ‘t’ in often. We never did. Everysoften should be one word but not according the to Word speller.

         Basic grammar or should it be ‘grammer’, orndorff?

         Can you believe I misspelt ‘grammar’ my first day of student teaching? Never improved, earned a C in student teaching; something unheard of in those days (1965) at Olentangy High School located between Delaware and Westerville. Who would have ever thought I would have survived and enjoyed thirty-seven year of teaching.

         And, while you are at it, written and self-published three unsuccessful novels. – Amorella.

         You need to define ‘unsuccessful’ Amorella. I had the books successfully self-published. I donated them to four libraries successfully. Kim has them in her bookcase. I’m “Grandpa in Print” for Owen and his sibling. That’s successful as far as I am concerned. Owen and company will find me a wordy but relatively quiet fellow, if he ever takes the time to read them. Probably in retirement if he has the time. 

         You will feel better working on chapter eight, scene two. Let’s finish that today. – Amorella.

         Sounds good to me. I can smell chicken being cooked right here, outside Kroger’s on Tylersville. Carol still isn’t done shopping; she only went in for milk and sliced ham and turkey for sandwiches. And, the place is busy already and it is not even noon. I’m distracted by all the people coming and going with a gaggle of Cub Scouts selling popcorn or asking for a donation. A least the clouds are scattering allowing the sun to shine.

         Home, soon after. You put the MacAir away and out she came, buying a Cub Scout popcorn on the way. Expensive stuff, she says, but it’s worth the eating as well as the donation for a good cause. Post. – Amorella.


       Time for bed. Carol has to get up early for an eye appointment in Kenwood. You have to wait for a repairman for the refrigerator sometime in the morning. Here is scene two, as you have it presently. - Amorella

Scene 2

         Aranos walked from the bar to the table where Kassandra and Sophia had just sat themselves, smiled and said, “What are you two delightful women having this morning?”

         Sophia spoke, “Fish and eggs, it has been a long time since fish and eggs. And a cup of cool spring water.”

         “Your memory ought to taste well, I’ll provide the dish and utensil. And, for you, Kassandra?”

         “A small glass of wine, goat’s cheese and a round of dark bread.”

         “As you wish.” He quickly handed them a wine and sweet spring water. Within another moment the meals were setting on the dishes at the table.

         “We go through these motions,” commented Kassandra. “Eating and enjoying the foods of our natural lives. It is the most wonderful part of the morning.”

         “I agree.” She glanced about the main room in the Mikroikia and out the open window facing Eleusis Street. “Shall we walk down to the bridge building after breakfast?”

         “I would like that and a stroll about the market on the return.” Quiet entered the table as they leisurely satisfied themselves with the nourishment needed to comfort their day.

         Aranos interrupted the silence with a whisper to Sophia, “Mother is coming down Lyceum and will be here momentarily.”

         The two women exchanged a quick glance of understanding. “Thank you,” whispered Sophia. “We shall leave presently and return later in the day.” With that the two moved silently to the door and out to the right without looking back.

         Once they had ducked into the next storefront Kassandra asked, “Why did Aranos tell us? He sounded a warning. We having nothing to fear from Mother, do we?”

         “I could feel the voice was from his heart. A warning he did not fully understand as such, but it was enough for us to leave.”

         “On intuition alone?”

         “We lost nothing on leaving,” responded Sophia calmly. “If Mother wanted to see us she would ask. I said we were returning later. She can leave a message with Aranos if need be. We wait here a few minutes. Mother is not going to follow us down the street. If she is looking for us then she will know we were walking to the bridge building as she would have seen us if we had turned left and crossed Lyceum.”

         The tone of Sophia’s voice temporarily satisfied Kassandra, she looked about and saw no sign of Mother walking by. I wonder if Mother was alone, she thought. Rarely does Mother walk alone. This is an ominous sign; even here in Elysium there can be signs. I will tell Thales about this for a later discussion. Why would we be afraid of Mother? She is our base; she is our solid ground.

         Self- assured, Sophia smiled contentedly. Surely this is my face concealed. Something is afoot. Takis, it must have to do with Takis not us. I feel like I am about to fade into my sanctuary and I don’t know why. The gods are not made to toy with us Dead in this sacred place. Takis must be toying with the gods.

         The Supervisor smiled comfortably within the two women’s thoughts. Mind to soul and soul to heart, the three-in-one; and alone can never part.

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         I do not know the sense of the scene other than to assume it has something to do with Merlyn and not Takis. Why would Mother be coming down Lyceum rather than down Elysium? Maybe Mother isn’t coming to the Mikroikia at all. Perhaps she is going to the Temple of Athena off Plaka Street just a block south of Lyceum and Eleusis. It is where Thales sat on the bench near the seven steps that lead into the small cut stone pool in the garden park near the Temple. Mother doesn’t believe in the Pantheon though. This is just conjecture on my part. What is the next scene, Amorella? Mother or Merlyn or what?

         Tomorrow is soon enough. Post, dear boy. – Amorella.

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