You are up early again, and again to get the
paper for the neighbor because you feel Carol needs her sleep.
0627 hours. I have been awake for an
hour or so, the paper hasn't arrived. When I was teaching the paper arrived
about five and I was up bathed, dressed and was ready to read the paper by six
to six-twenty. A leisurely read almost every day, with breakfast of course.
Carol was up getting ready by six-thirty. It had been that way, habitually from
1975 to 2004.
You had breakfast and read the paper. Dawn
is creeping this October morn. Let's go to The Brothers-4. - Amorella
Noon.
You have return from Robert Fronk's Cincinnati studio with a signed color print
of his "Floating Buddha".
A
Print of Robert Fronk's "Floating Buddha"
I
was telling Robert and his wife this morning that I know this visual experience
without the need of words to express this 'knowing'. Robert Fronk (a friend via
Facebook)and his wife are kindred spirits, that's how I see it.
You even witnessed a 'sense' of William
Blake-like flames rising from the studio floor and told him so. - Amorella
I did. I don't know what to call
this experience, "spiritual energy" or "creative energy"
witnessed through eyes without the need of light. The slightest of a
phantasm-like movement existing in empty space just off the floorboards. I have
not been in a working studio having conversation with the artist since in
Montevideo in 1971. The experience is quite energizing.
Mid-afternoon.
Sandwiches and chips for lunch and a couple of new TV shows on digital. Shortly you are
going to Pine Hill's far north lot for some reading. Still working on The
Brothers-4. - Amorella
After the national news and you have
completed the first draft of The Brothers-4. Add and post. - Amorella
The Brothers-4. 1st draft
Richard
awoke to the chatter downstairs in the kitchen. Julie's here with Ronda Ann and
Jennifer and David are here. No doubt Rob will be popping in wondering why I am
not up. What can we doing today anyway?
"Are
you up, Richard?" shouted Cyndi in a tinge of forced melodious politeness.
"Ronda wants to bring David to get you up."
The
cue. He rolled over feigning sleep, something easily done. Noisy feet on the
steps gave way to the door slightly creaked from the bottom hinge he had promised
to lubricate a month ago. 'What a day already.' He thought in a smile, 'and
here come my favorite four and two year old. Do I remain in a deep sleep or
rise up from the sheet in a lion's 'I-m-going-to-get-you' roar?'
***
Later,
after a family meal at the favorite restaurant a two steak and potato, four
chicken salads and two kids' macaroni and cheese lunches, Robert and Richard
sat in the living room, each in a high back chair, with Julie on the left side
of the living room couch followed by three year old Ronda Ann and two year old
David and his mother Jennifer. Robert was ready to mention how good the kids
were at lunch when David scooted off and under the gray marble topped coffee
table looking for his blue Thomas the train engine. Ronda said, "I'm going
to the kitchen to see Grandma," and left a little annoyed she had been
forced to sit properly in the first place. Julie being older spoke first,
"Thank you for lunch, Uncle Richard. We always have a good time coming
over."
"We
have a good time," mimicked Jennifer. "Dad, what are you and Uncle
Rob going to do while we girls go shopping?"
"We
are so glad you are retired, and can take care of the kids once in a while,"
added Julie in her naturally quiet demeanor like her mother's.
"We'll
find something to do, we could not imagine living so far away, like your
parents Jennifer."
"It
is good what with Calvin out of town at a conference, and Allen working six
days a week." Jennifer paused, smiled graciously and said, "I am not
complaining at least the kids' fathers both have jobs."
"We've
been there," said Rob and Rich almost simultaneously. The four laughed
light heartedly and they began talking about how each set of grandparents was
in the process of redecorating one room or another.
Rob
and Rich could both hear the strain of
'we-wish-we-had-the-time-and-energy-to-think-on-such-things' in their voices.
The twin grandfathers thought back on how it was with each of their children, affectionately
called rug rats in the late seventies. Life and the business that ensues in
one's thirties, forties, and into the fifties -- work, home, errands, chores
and parenting, parenting, errands, chores, home and work, all crammed in and on
life's familiar stages of necessity first, everything else second.
Both
concluded their silent high back chair conversation with, 'the fifties were a much
better time for growing up,' as the continued listening closely to what Julie
and Jennifer were intimating between the lines. Fortunately, all sets of
grandparents had some money saved and invested. The grandparents all, owned
their homes and cars and had no debts. Every set, from time to time, helped
their children survive better, little things usually, like taking everyone out
to lunch or buying clothes for the grandchildren, money for birthdays and
Christmas. The grandparents' parents had done the same from time to time.
The
great-grandparents grew up in the thirties. Hard economic times and then there
was a great world war to resolve. The parents of the grandparents Rob and Connie
and Richard and Cyndi grew older through the administrations of FDR, Truman,
Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Bush and Clinton none had
lived passed the tenure of George W. None as young children would have dreamed
a Negro would have become President of the United States shortly after their
demise.
Lots
of turmoil and changes took place in those pre and post war years in almost
every culture and country. Turmoil and change continues as it always has. Life proliferates
between birth and death; it has no choice but to flourish where and when it can.
713 words
***
2149 hours. I have two docs set up
one with the original B.D. Grandma's Story -4 and a working Grandma-4. The
original story is only 449 words in length.
As
you are partially listening to the Presidential Debate I suggest we wait on
this. - Amorella
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