Mid-morning, and you are about to do your mostly daily exercises to pop eighties’ music on the Internet. However, you feel tired and are thinking of taking a bath instead. Breakfast: cup of skim milk and a medium banana with a bit of Kroger’s chunky peanut butter on the banana: 281 calories. With 350 to 550 calories used during your exercising (30 to 45 minutes) and one regular meal of 600 calories and another lighter meal with snacks along the way 600 calories you are keeping to a diet and you are down to 280 from a high of 315 early last fall – a loss average of about one half pound a week. Records have been kept as well as records on the blood pressure and blood sugar twice a day – before breakfast and before supper.
I suppose this is “for the record” but overall it is not much. I wanted to lose a pound a week and was doing so until last month when I gained ten pounds because I forgot to take my water pill (which has been changed). Mostly water, that’s what it is. Within a week of taking a new water pill I had lost eight and with two more (or so) I am down to 280. I wanted to be at 275. Too bad, didn’t make it. I have visions of getting down to 260 but that remains to be seen. Rather than a 1500 calorie diet I would have to go to a 700 to 900 calorie diet. That’s how I lost weight before the stomach banding back in 2004. It is actually easier for me not to eat at all than to have 700 calories a day. To think, I went 33 days with only liquid back in the late eighties or early nineties. Gary Popplewell a good friend and colleague at Mason High was the only witness outside of Carol, that is, he is the only one who knew what I was doing. I passed out one morning while in the library during my break. I recovered and sent myself home for the rest of the day. I had something to eat as soon as I went home – a bowl of cereal; I forget what kind – raisin bran I think – Kellogg Raisin Bran. This really has nothing to do with anything writing-wise, Amorella. Strangely enough, I don’t feel worthy enough to be written about.
This dimension needs to be in the blog, in the notes, boy, because no one much sees it. You have your reasons for being as you are but you need to note all of them, some, such as this, are not clarified.
More humility.
Late afternoon. First time this year you are sitting over in the small park along the Little Miami about a quarter mile south of the low bridge that used to be the old 3C’s Highway until the tall bridge was built as part of the WPA projects and the highway was re-routed for far fewer hills and curves. You and Carol ran an errand, stopped for ice tea and a cookie at Kidd’s Coffee at 322 Reading Road in downtown Mason.
Lots of singing birds (we have a working robin sitting on eggs in her nest right on the southeast side of the roof over the front door) – the honeysuckle bushes are fully out and more trees are budding – we are surrounded by large sycamores whose leaves are small but already filtering the afternoon sun. Violets are out as well as small yellow flowers scattered about along the edge of the car lot and in the picnic area directly to our north. Carol is on page 120 of Harlen Coben’s Live Wire and I am mostly through the third chapter of Lehrer’s Imagine. The only distraction is caused by our own natural species, the sound of automobile tires on the high road and bridge. We do modify the environment but then so does the weather and other natural forces of the earth. We are trained to be more particular and discriminate though, which overall, so far has been a fairly good thing.
You are considering finishing scene eight today, and it can be done, but now is not the time – too many fine distractions on an early Spring day – your mind hardly rests, boy. The proof is right in front of you. – Amorella
How does the heartansoul take in a Spring day, Amorella? Give me an example or so, if you would please.
The heart senses (through your senses) a joy and wonder that the sun has returned higher in the sky, right down to how a tree and other living things sense this time of year. As for the soul, it observes nature as unchanging, as it sees itself, another window with dimension a dimension or so to it. How does the cornerstone of a cathedral see itself, boy? There is a lot of physics connected to a medieval designed cathedral cornerstone just as there is a lot of pre-metaphysics connected a soul. – Amorella
I have never thought in terms of “pre-metaphysics” before. What does that mean in context with books and blog?
Educated people in today’s world search, as best they can, with today’s tools, to discover the beginning of physics from the point of view of their universe’s own (time) back yard – what once was, still is, and always will be – from beginning to the end soul-wise, boy. – Amorella
Dusk. You and Carol shared a half veggie, half works Papa John’s pizza tonight. Delicious and you have the other half for lunch or supper tomorrow. When you arrived home, before ordering the pizza, you went into the bathroom, closed the door and had a seat. You have closed your eyes and saw thinly veiled dark pubic hair and what was just beneath its surface. Surprised, you wondered what brought this image on as it was not a thought. Next, you moved your eyes up and to the left from the wall in front of you – the two hand towels hanging from the white wall rack became as a transparent screen – three male images showing only their heads. The pubic vision faded as the first male – a rather handsome modern forty-five to fifty year old male whose face came into focus. His face was turning to the right towards you and you saw him blink and his hair move in the wind. He faded. The second man did not turn but his eyes moved and he saw you from the side watching him as he continued walking on ahead. He was dressed and appeared as someone European in the eighteenth century. He faded. The third man’s face (these faces were all as photographic portraits) appeared and he seemed to be from earlier time, maybe the second or third century (BC or AD) but you could not tell the setting. Again, as with the others, he noticed you, again to his right, like you were first in the crowd watching him move forward through the crowd. His face faded and a slide from a microscope became your focus and as it drew closer to you it appeared as a slide under the microscope holding human blood cells. The color images were clear as if you were watching the series of closed events on an iPad. It faded and sudden it was though it never happened. – Amorella
This was a visual experience – I was awake and conscious. I had events like this happen before. I was an observer in all instances. Each was real enough: each visual was as a flash from a real person’s life (or perhaps I was bringing to life paintings particularly the Dutch Masters in their style – around the outer edges not their faces themselves). I have ‘flashes’ like this out of the blue from time to time, maybe once a year or so. In the process of these ‘semi-conscious’ visual experience they are set in film like style but I have no control over them – just the experience of observation. Even the female form was as a middle-aged woman (she was clean and healthy from what I could tell) looking into a mirror to see how she was, a direct shot, no more than several inches away, but it was not erotic – just a woman’s pubic area appeared and then it was gone. In all cases I was an observer, an artist looking at art (pieces of humanity) passing me by.
Here it is getting later in the evening, and I haven’t finished the third chapter of Imagine.
Post what you have. I was there observing you observing the scenes – I cannot add anything. This is pretty much as you saw it. The whole observation was less than thirty or forty seconds. You were concentrating on the visuals as they appeared. Your main question to yourself at the time was, “They appear real enough. Who are these people?” You were thinking you were actually visiting them as a camera would – an out of body experience. That’s all I have. – Amorella
It wasn’t real, Amorella.
For you it sometimes doesn’t make much difference whether it is a real event or not. How can this be? The ‘vision’ if you will, was from your soul, you were seeing these moving portraits as a soul would experience them. Think of it that way, at least as far as the book is concerned. You might as well put the experience to use. Post. Later, dude. - Amorella
I had never thought to 'see' human beings from a soul's perspective. It is interesting and certainly it will be useful in writing as it has a validity. It gives me a place of 'understanding' at least as far as the book goes. I'll take most anything that comes my way and try to turn it into a learning experience, even if it is 'invention'.
Sounds just like you, my boy. - Amorella
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