Close to mid-afternoon. You had a late lunch at Moe’s Southwest Grill on Mason-Montgomery. You had an early morning with exercises before the doctor’s office, then home to wait until the new garage door was up and working. You both are pleasantly surprised and delighted with how the garage door, its vertical framing and light tan color with the accent of black rot iron handles and hinges flow with the adjacent brick and house frame colors. – Amorella
Usually our well-studied upgrades are not better than we anticipated; however, this is an exception. The price was almost double what the usual door would cost but frankly it looks like a real ‘heavy’ wooden double carriage-house styled door that opens in the middle. If it had a fine vertical black line centered between the two mid-set old-fashioned rot iron barn door handles it would look even more realistic. In any case, we are quiet satisfied. Carol is already talking about getting new outside ‘gas lamp’ styled light fixtures that will go on either side of the garage door as they do and another one up next to the right of the front door. After that I suppose we will tackle the painting of the upstairs bed and bath rooms. Who knows? After twenty years it is fun to have these projects done or being worked on.
Carol is working on page 125 of her Brad Thor novel as you sit in the hill shade at the north end of Pine Hill Lakes Park. Nearby Muddy Creek is about three feet deeper than usual and was more so early today as you had almost three and one half inches of rain yesterday. Last night the storm sirens blew as a tornado had formed and touched down between I-75 and Lebanon six to seven miles to your north.
I listened to the police scanner (now on my iPad – though I have two older ones in the basement) for a while. Fun. I used to listen (in the seventies and eighties) for hours on end (to Cincinnati and Mason police and fire bands) while reading novels or non-fiction. Sometime I listen to the Los Vegas police bands because my nephew-in-law is an officer there – he gave me their codes – I nave never knowing heard him on the bands but I’m sure he has been heard. He told me that ‘domestic battles’ are the most dangerous for the police. Very understandable as I would never trust either of the squabbling parties – they both could turn on you at the same time. Many human beings are too emotionally violable, that’s my opinion. I don’t know if or what can be done about it other than what the people personally do for themselves to clean up their act.
That’s where the books’ ‘HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither’ comes in – personal intervention by the person involved with the problem. Self-Help with a capital SH. It is easier all the way round, don’t you think? – Amorella
I imagine something hitting the inner fan one way or another. It sounds like one survives being Dead, in some of the same ways one survives (for a time), being alive.
It doesn’t take a lot of imagination, but then, some people don’t need much imagination. I like to keep such matters simply clear. Just the other day you were trying to imagine how a cultural region would civilly govern that would be analogous to the simple rules of the road in getting from point A to point B and back again. How are you coming with that? – Amorella
I’m not, as you well know, Amorella. Goods and services might connect but not power centers unless they are analogous to the State Highway Patrol at work (not their headquarters). Although an acronym quickly works its way into mind: GEheime STAatsPOlizei. Uh, so much for a simpler way to govern a state. Basically, I guess I should begin by thinking of a simpler way of governing myself. In later years I always told my classes that classroom rule number one was “Be Polite”. I don’t remember what rule two was, but I think there were only two rules ‘to keep a classroom civil’.
In book three, Merlyn’s Mind, your young marsupial-human (hybrid) character; Diplomat, has civil rules she developed when she was seven or so – (she thought it would be easy to change the ‘earth-world’ to be more like her Daddy’s ‘three-planets’ marsupial-humanoid world). Diplomat was seven years of age and didn’t really know any better. – Amorella
I didn’t either, Amorella, and I was in my sixties. I thought she came up with some pretty good ideas for a kid so I wrote them in. In hind’s sight that all looks rather silly. When I was writing ‘in her character’ though I got a big kick out of her kid’s passion and energy. She was trying to show her father what she could do and she never really thought of herself as a seven year old – it was more of a personal entertainment, a graduate thesis project for her.
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