Cold morning at 41 degrees but inside it is a pleasant 71. Further ‘inside’ it feels good to be alive another day. This writing I do is a personal project which I am continuing willing to share but it is difficult for me to imagine why anyone would really be interested in what an old man consider is important in his life. I am reminded of when I was five and six in particular and would come up with projects in imagination to help me pass the time while growing into the age of seven and so on until the high school years when growing took on the added adolescent dimension. From then on the multidimensional tasks of education, finding a mate, building a savings for a family, a child for loving and raising, retirement and time for a writing project or two. That’s pretty much my life in a nutshell. As my friend Alta would say, “I have issues to work out.” Writing is as good a way as any as it does no harm to myself or anyone else as far as I can see. That’s my thinking before nine this morning. I am content with just being here (alive on Earth).
You are surprised at your morning mellowness as there appears to be no particular reason for it.
Mid-afternoon. You spent some time digging up and filtering out small stones and chips from the ground where the tree set in the front yard. Time for dirt and grass seed as it is to rain on Monday and Tuesday. The grass needs mowed but it can wait until tonight or tomorrow.
I enjoy getting my hands in the dirt; I used an old stick to stir up the soil (which is better than I thought it would be) and just my hands to filter it. Enjoyment in its own right. I think it is built in to be caretakers of the Earth in any small way – such as a small tree or plant in a pot of soil; and I also think we should be caretakers of our species also. That’s just me though and I am rather out of touch with reality when it comes to this matter as close friends do not agree with me. “You don’t pay for the goods, you don’t eat.” That’s the extreme though I completely understand the sentiment. It is a dog eat dog world out there. Individual responsibility for others young or old though has humane considerations that have to be accepted by society and money cannot be the balancing point.
Money makes the human society go round, boy. It is the key to riches for those with that need its security for family, state and culture alike. Work provides the bread and butter as well as clothing and shelter, and as you have said before – self-dignity. Somebody has to pay for it. No sense in making a fool out of yourself, well, no more than already necessary. – Amorella.
What makes the Dead go round?
In context, friends and fellow members of the species. Necessities are provided. – Amorella.
Remind yourself of Arthur in book three and do some reading on the worthwhile fictions already out there. You’ll feel better doing so. Carol is talking to Alta but it is getting time for the news and evening. Later, dude. Post. – Amorella.
Twenty-two hundred hours plus three and I cannot find Merlyn and King Arthur together in any of the first three books. Arthur is mention a couple of times that is all. I don’t see a way to bring the two together in the story as much as I like the idea. I am ready to drop it and move on in the direction we are going.
And, what direction is that, young man? – Amorella.
I don’t know but you can’t suddenly add a relationship to a story like this.
One is taken away in life, one can be added in fiction. – Amorella.
We don’t do things like that here, Amorella. Taking the role of an editor I cannot see how a proper transition can be made without diluting what is already written. I am not going to add a character out of respect for my friend’s death. It seems shallow and selfish. Wishful thinking on my part. If there is a continued relationship to be had I can wait until I might join him in the great beyond. This Dead business is fiction and real death is not. It’s just fiction, Amorella, a set of stories serendipitously set up along the way. I liked the serendipity idea early on because that is how life appears to be – events just happen to coincide with other events as people appear to coincide almost randomly, but not quite. This is a theory – that randomness is not such for Angelic creatures or G---D. No one lives long enough to catch this, but at least in my fictions it can appear as fact.
The late Thomas Robert Pringle plays Merlyn and you play the very late once king, Arthur.
I don’t see how this can possibly work.
That’s the fun in it, boy. I know you can’t. Such troubles you have to endure. – Amorella.
I will do some spot checking on the fictional relationship of Arthur and Merlyn. Readers may have read Malory, Tennyson and White. Plus, all those movies like “Excalibur”.
Make a list of the popular works. I’ll pick the ones you need to glance over. You’re retired, you have the time. Post. – Amorella.
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