You were pulled up out of bed this morning by Owen who was under orders of Grandma Carol. You quickly discovered that sitting on the side of the bed was not “up” and he pulled and tugged until you were standing. Very determined face on the little boy while following instructions. Everyone smiled “very cute” but you were impressed for the above reasons.
I had a thought before getting up but have lost it. Now it is time for breakfast.
You are down Ellington way sitting at McD’s where there is free wireless waiting for the others to call from the nearby mall – then to Lee’s Crab Shack II for lunch. Why? “Tradition!” - Amorella
Of course, “If I were a rich man,” comes to mind as well as all the music, all my favorites of “Fiddler”. This sounds strange to say but I think I would have been comfortable as a medieval “Jewish Monk”, at least in my mind.
One of your students recently sent you a short note on Facebook, drop it in here as it was a pleasant surprise. – Amorella
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Bridgid Shannon
I was thinking about you today.... the self-proclaimed eternal comet, riding your bike through the halls, meditating with the monks during lunch, filling the our notebooks with boards worth of info on Moby Dick, mixed with occasional nuggets and the inescapable logic of non-elephants in the room. Good Stuff! — (names added) Ben Gudlewski, Meg Howard, Kim Orndorff Paik, Marianne Hamilton Lopez, Amy Seiter Brausch, Jena Bixby, Melinda Botkin, Kendra Magnusson, and Zachary Moore.
To which I wrote this reply:
Thank you kindly, one and all. I loved teaching, no question about it. I feel quite fortunate to have had so many wonderful students (such as yourselves) over the years. I have had a very good life! My best to each! ;-) Mr. O ;-)/ Dad/ Rich
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Coming on seventeen hundred hours. You spent an hour in the heated pool playing with Owen – throwing him up and letting him ‘crash’ into the water. After coming up he would laugh and say, “Up!” so you or Paul would do it over and over. Carol and Kim were a bit anxious but as Owen kept laughing it was hard to resist. He is beginning to call you, “Papa,” on his own – not grandpa, but you don’t mind as Paul is “Dada”.
The fog burned off early today, beautiful blue December sky to match the blue Gulf waters, a slight breeze with a temperature in the high seventies. I am sitting in the bedroom in the new modern and padded rocker listening to “Got Radio’s Celtic Music” on the iPad and extended stereo speakers. This should be the best night yet for the sunset as it is directly west from our windows and first floor balcony. I think I am going to start calling these Florida events ‘sabbaticals’ [granted paid leave] rather than vacations or holidays; sabbatical seems more appropriate.
Paid leave granted by your and Carol’s own efforts, boy. And, as each day in retirement is another day of ‘informal learning’, it appears acceptable in my eyes (so to speak), so let them be 'sabbaticals' as far as the blogs are concerned. Post. - Amorella
After chicken salad and a small handful of cashews for supper and the national news you want to retreat to the bedroom, but errands needed run so you are waiting for Carol outside the Winn-Dixie grocery off Gulf Boulevard close to the north end of Madeira Beach.
Returning to QM characteristic number five, particles and/or waves may exist in never-never land as they do within space and time. I exist in your ‘never-never land’ myself as well as within yourself orndorff. That’s how I see it. The never-never land is not a spiritual world such as the fictional HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. It is a higher dimensional encasing of multi-dimensional universes. A protectively layer, as an eggshell-plus-benefits as it were in terms of purpose. I am as a Caretaker within this eggshell; a consciousness, a white [understanding] corpuscle** in terms of purpose. [** • historical a minute particle regarded as the basic constituent of matter or light.- Oxford-American]. Translation problem noted. – Amorella
Are you implying ‘Creation’ is a living organism?
No. Some ‘events’ such as myself are not attached to life and death as your species is. You are or are not. I am neither. I am not measurable by definition. Doing what I do, how could I be measurable? I am ‘known’ within the centeredness of being human. I am nearby, as a shadow in the darkness. Humans have to provide their own light. – Amorella
I do not enjoy the point of this thought above, Amorella. I do not provide light yet you are here for me. I don’t even provide imaginary light for myself.
That is my humor, boy, not yours. All for tonight. Post. – Amorella
This is ridiculous. I am in the dark like everyone else, Amorella. I am surrounded by shadow.
So, what else is new, boy. – Amorella
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