Notes - Richard the Graystone

        Mid-morning. The Sunday paper read and breakfast eaten; much to do before tomorrow. Bathroom floors done, rugs shaken, cleaned out and sorted three bedroom draws of paper junk as well as a shoebox of pens and pencils. You checked each one and threw out about half; some have been around almost twenty years. You even found a half of a red and white Indian Hill pencil which is from 1984 or earlier. You kept it as a reminder of pencil and paper notes before your first word processor. – Amorella

         I sit in the Tylersville Kroger lot at 1248 hours. The grocery is packed with busy, focused people coming and going. You’d think it was a Christmas rush. I don’t know why we have to come so early. The store will be here. What are people thinking? Such an assortment of people and cultures right here in northern Cincinnati. It’s almost like it is in Columbus, a secondary region near the Ohio State University. What a wonderful diversified place to grow up when Dad worked on campus. Lots of stuff for a kid to see and do plus a multitude of educated people from around the world. I’m happy to see such growth in Cincinnati, but as usual, they are more than a few decades later.

         Earlier before you were out of bed this morning and last night before sleep you were thinking about your muse and about Arthur and Merlyn as well as two of the women in each of their lives on Earth. Arthur, Guenevere, Merlyn and Vivian are indifferent to Earth when together but everyone on the Isle of Avalon knows Merlyn alone holds a direct connection to the Living of the twenty-first century, at least in the Merlyn’s Mind series. For ease of mind Merlyn calls Richard the Graystone a fellow Druid of the First Order. As always there are doubts when Merlyn speaks because time and space both seem to expand and/or collapse with his person and grammar.

         Sunday night and the trash is to the street. The house is looking in pretty good shape. Tomorrow morning you are off to Lebanon to sign another petition then are on to the Dayton airport to pick up Linda and Jean. Post. – Amorella.

        I am a bit cautious about Richard being thought of as a druid when he is not. 

        Richard Graystone is not you any more than you are Robert. Relax, boy. This is fiction. - Amorella