Mid-morning. The sun is shining and you have garage clean up to do, but first BBC and email check and exercises. Today is also second sister’s birthday. – Amorella
Yes on all. I’ll have to send a note to decade younger Gretchen Elizabeth. She is named after Great Aunt Gretchen Orndorff-Short (Dave Short’s grandmother) and our Grandma Mae Freeman-Schick). Five years younger than me is Mary Catherine named after our mother Mary Laverna Schick-Orndorff. I don’t know where the Catherine comes from. I remember an old family joke that Gretchen was actually named after a girlfriend Dad acquired overseas during WWII. I assume it was a joke but at the time I heard it when I was about ten or twelve I remember not being sure whether it was a joke or not as I had never met my Great Aunt Gretchen, Popo Orndorff’s oldest sister of five sisters. Poor man, he was the youngest with five older sisters and I heard tell that he never had to do a lick of housework in his life.
Just family stories, orndorff. You used to assume that if an adult told a real story relating to the family that it was a true story. You rarely caught the jokes. Too bad, boy. Where was your mind not to pick up on such things? You understood jokes well enough among your peers. – Amorella
I don’t know where my mind was, Amorella. When little I used to watch the trees and look for the faces of animals or people in the branches like looking for faces and such in cloud formations. Sometimes I would just stare up into the blue sky and see things moving around – bug and germ shaped dark things swimming around in the atmosphere. I used to like to watch them (as they were invisible and stick-like) and see if I could anticipate their moves. I rarely could. It was a fun private game. I never told anyone about it. That’s what I remember when you ask what I was doing when family jokes were being told, but who knows, my mind wasn’t really anywhere I suppose.
After dusk and after a supper of scrambled eggs with a mix of ham. Earlier you returned to Panera as that was Carol’s choice, and again you had take out Chipotle instead. Before lunch you saw the tech from PDQ Garage Doors and you have ordered your new door. Then you worked more on cleaning out and up the garage, a couple of hours or so more. Tomorrow you should finish with a couple more hours of work. Today, back to Big Lots for cheap plastic shelving for garage use. You even cleaned up inside the toolboxes and are putting a new order to the area. You and Carol relaxed watching “GCB” on the DVR and in a few minutes you are watching the new “Bones” that is still recording. Not much time for writing or thinking about writing, but you both feel it was a good, satisfying day. Post. – Amorella
Ready for bed. The cat just came up on my lap for company. It will be interesting to see how she reacts when Kim and the boys show up Sunday. Why is it I wonder that we feel our lives are so important? Cats, at least our cat, appears to feel she is important as long as we are here. Our cat, and many other cats in the world who are treated well as pets, have a good life. Do they feel guilty having it so good when other cats are out there in a dog eat dog and cat world? I certainly don't see any evidence of it. She appears to see her job as taking care of us by giving us her attention from time to time when she isn't dozing or hunting vicariously from the window. We don't expect her to be anything other than a cat, yet we are sometimes expected to be something more than human. What are humans expected to be? Better human? What does that mean to be a better human? If one attempts to be 'good', is there a 'better than good'? One problem is that each family does not 'play' by the same rules.
What is the difference between a good consensus and a better consensus? This is one way humans play. Cats play too, but they seem to know when the hunt is pretend and when it is real. When human beings play it appears to me that they don't always know what is pretend and what is real. Sometimes, it seems, in peoples' lives, it is better not to know what is real and what is not. Why are we built not to know? Will we ever know? If I were a pet like Jadah the Cat, whose lap would I want to sit on? Who would make me feel important enough to feel I had to watch over them? Children is the only answer I can come up with and I am too heavy to sit on a child's lap. But then, with children one can become too heavy hovering or not hovering. Such as it is, I'm tired and it is time for bed.
A long way around, boy, and all you wanted to do is break out of the circle. Post. - Amorella
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