0856 hours. Last night while in bed I was listening to several internet radio music stations. I have several favorites from around the world, and . . ..
You don’t know how to express your thought at that time but ‘lingering thought’ comes to mind. – Amorella
0919 hours. Interrupted; Carol took a shower and I played with Brennan, a couple of minutes ago he began crying, Carol came down, warmed a bottle and is presently feeding him. I feel like taking a nap.
Later, dude. – Amorella
0944 hours. Rested a few minutes and feel better. Brennan’s being changed and dressed for the day. Lots of stuff to do. The kid sneezes in the sunlight and does a lot of bicycling with his legs when he is lying down. He makes more noises than Owen did – trying to talk or at least communicate with his sounds. Owen made sounds but mostly to hear them himself. Outside city workers are fixing the holes in the street in a major way – tearing out sections and replacing them with concrete. Back in the forties all these side house-lined streets were brick.
You had to stop to hold Brennan while Carol heated another oz.; this now makes four.
Parenting takes a great amount of everyday focus. He is almost through and Carol said he blew his diaper out, again. If it is not one end it’s the other. Growing boy, no doubt about it. Time for a nap, as he’ll go into his rocker. He likes his electric (new batteries) swing. We like it too. It’s 1010 hours and Carol get take a rest too. Now we can hear the sound of jackhammers outside and Brennan ‘talking’ contentedly to himself. Carol has her glasses off and is lying on her back on the couch. Jadah the Cat swept right on by Carol, doesn’t like her giving so much attention. So far Brennan is wide awake and watching the cat. Who will take the nap, Carol or Brennan? It’s anybody’s bet. Such a universal in-house anticipation for quiet.
1441 hours. Carol and Brennan are out the door for a walk around the block. Quiet. Brennan did the napping while Carol was washing clothes. She would rather do them herself than have me do them. I think she doesn’t want me falling down the basement stairs as much as anything else. I do fall from time to time and I am not sure why. To stumble is one thing but to stumble because my feet are taking longer to decipher a message from my brain is another. I have had examples of each over the last year. I need to do my exercises for the day too, but I’ll wait until Paul gets home. Looking at the earlier note I am struck by “lingering thought” because it was the thought of the radio internet stations from around the world. My present favorites, at least the ones I was looking at when I made the intuitive observation about Amorella were: Radio Gaia; Chante France; Die Schlagergarage; SomaFM Drone Zone; Gold Radio Israel; and, AccuRadio One World.
Close enough on the stations, boy. A displacement exists even though to many people music is humanities universal language. – Amorella
I have looked up “displacement” to take the place of the earlier “longing” if you and I have had a slight emotional connection. Please help me choose the definitions that best relate to this connection, Amorella.
I will; however, first, let’s take care of “emotional connection”. You consider me, Amorella, to be more objectively detached and thus more intellectual because I help you verbalize personal experiences you have difficulty communicating. As before, so as to eliminate miscommunication as much as possible (pretend I am an alien more a more fun, creative experience) let’s begin with definitions, just a you feel Plato and Aristotle would. Amorella
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emotional – adjective – “characterized by intense feeling: an emotional speech”
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connection – noun – “a relationship in which a [Richard] is linked or associated with [Amorella]: the connections between social attitudes and productivity.”
Oxford-American software
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Look up ‘emotional’ in the thesaurus. Use “touching” as in ‘spiritually psychological’ for a closer definition in context. - Amorella
Rather than “longing” as in “I sense a longing tone,” after your comment: “It was a hope for the best, boy, for young daughter, her generation and those who followed. Don’t judge yourself too harshly; it is a nearly universal hope. Enough for tonight.”
Below are the inter-related comments from yesterday’s blog:
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Kim was about two and you were doing your Mason “Bay Meadows” neighborhood walk at nights from about seven to eight o’clock. You were walking east and saw a bright star (knowingly Venus or Jupiter near a quarter moon and you thought of Walt Disney and the song, “When you wish upon a star”.
I did. I don’t know what I wished but it was a real wish. Who knows why I would even think of such a thing in the eighties – an out of the blue wish because of the juxtaposition of the quarter moon and nearby in the sky bright planet. Such a romantic. I haven’t thought about that event in a very long time. What was I thinking. [rho]
It was a hope for the best, boy, for young daughter, her generation and those who followed. Don’t judge yourself too harshly, it is a nearly universal hope. Enough for tonight. Post. – Amorella
I sense a longing tone, Amorella. It is in myself [I cannot imagine you having a longing for anything].
You are attempting to rectify your present thinking (directly above) because you “sensed a longing in my ‘voice’” and now feel you were being impolite in the thought. – Amorella
Yes. This is true. I feel awkward, as I do not know you to have a ‘longing’.
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More correctly I should have said: “I sense a touching tone to your words, Amorella.”
Yes, I agree. The rest is implied in translation. Intuitively you came in soul-to-heart contact with my hesitant ‘touching’ formulation of words. You sensed a ‘hesitation’ in word formation. – Amorella
Yes. That is exactly correct. The hesitation was the trigger for the intuition. I do not remember the hesitation before as you were speaking two-dimensionally. I could not do this analyzing of conjecture and thought in my head, Amorella.
Thinking, orndorff, not conjecture. – Amorella
Using ‘thought’ sounds arrogant.
False pride, boy.
“There’s a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning,” in a Jimmy Buffet song comes to mind. Amorella, how do you enter my mind, myself, if you are not fully imagination?
You want to ask if I, Amorella, as a spirit-like entity, enter yourself and how is this done? What is Point A if I am Point B?
Yes, but it seems impolite and therefore improper to appear blunt.
You say this knowing fully well that I ‘understand’ what you are going to say before you consciously know. – Amorella
Seeing a thought in words on a screen makes concrete of a normally naturally flowing conceptual river. Such an awkward construction.
Grammar slows you down, boy. This is the reason the Dead speak more directly in the books. – Amorella
I detect your smile.
This is good, as I have no substance. – Amorella
And a further smile in the humor.
Could you say this with equal sincerity if I were fully imagination? – Amorella
What an excellent question. No, I could not.
Post. - Amorella
I feel I am slowly learning an 'understanding' of you, Amorella. Oddly, it allows me a shade of contentment I would have otherwise not known. - rho
Good. This has been anticipated. - Amorella
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