Late morning. In two hours you have an
appointment with Dr. S. Goel at his Fairfield office. You are hoping this will
be the last appointment until sometime next year.
If I don't return for a year it
means my kidneys are fine considering the body as a whole. I haven't weighed
myself yet today but I will before I go to check our scales if nothing else. I
like all my doctors' personalities (all different but fun and interesting) but
blood tests and cleaning up before a visit are arduous at best.
You are sounding rather like your two and a
half year old grandson here. Cleaning up is arduous, really orndorff. - Amorella
That's the word that came to mind.
Trimming toenails is arduous and it was time. Perhaps, if I were a hundred
pounds lighter.
You are more than a hundred pounds lighter,
boy. Trimming toenails is hardly an arduous task; it is not an honest word
here. - Amorella
Okay, too much hyperbole.
That was not your original context. -
Amorella
You bring up an interesting form of
dishonesty. You are right. The hyperbole thought came after the word. I wonder
how often human beings are guilty of this?
It is like our friend, Doug, said in an
email recently, people (because the brain is slower than the reality) are
really living in an instant of the past not the immediate present. The instantaneous
past is accepted as the present because consciousness is by necessity slower. -
Amorella
This would be interesting to bring
up in a Grandma story but what would be the trigger? I suppose the bullet could
be a metaphor. I don't know. I am thinking of a metaphysical conceit such as
"love is a bullet."
Take a few moments for a break then let's
see what can be done with Grandma-4. Post. - Amorella
1704 hours. I spent two hours in the
doctor's office as they were behind at the dialysis clinic; a very busy place.
A very late lunch at Longhorn's. Our usual sirloins with Carol having a sweet
potato and me a baked. We split a salad and the treat was a new Marlow
mushrooms dish for the steaks. The bread was hot out of the oven. Excellent
meal as usual, and we had a chat with Jennifer our favorite waitress. Presently
I am sitting in Rose Hill Cemetery waiting for Carol to make her walk-around.
Fortunately I took the iPad to the
doctor's and worked up a new paragraph/story to begin Grandma 4 and drop what
we already had in at the conclusion. Most of the numbers on the blood tests
were fine but for one area so the doctor ordered a different strength on one of
my meds and called it in. So, back again, this next time 18 April at 1300
hours. The iCloud didn't carry the iPad work forward because I forgot to close
it out and there is no wireless at Rose Hill. Here comes Carol . . . no, she
turned the corner and heading south.
You would like to finish up Grandma-4 but
cannot remember what was written down though you liked the concept. - Amorella
Yes. The fellow had liked to argue
in life and while dead he only has one friend who always agrees with him. His
restless spirit decides to debate within; heart versus mind. He figures he has
never lost a debate and there is no way he can lose this one. (Funny, it just
came back to me.) . . . Here comes Carol again, this time from the east, behind
me. I think we are about to heading home.
You are home. The national news will be on in
half the hour. Post. - Amorella
2222 hours. We watched two shows
(NCIS and Elementary) DVRed and tonight's news. I cannot think of how a debate
between the heart and mind can be mistakenly dishonest, or thought to be
dishonest.
How about the song, "Cuts like a
knife"? - Amorella
I had to look up the singer, Bryan
Adams. I was thinking "Love cuts like a knife" but that is not
correct; love is inferred though.
You see the debate between his heart and
mind is about his only friend who always agrees with him. His mind says she is
pretending, that sometimes she has to disagree but chooses not to do so. His
heart says, she does not disagree with me because she loves me. The deeper he
thinks about this the less resolve he has for either argument. A pretty pickle,
don't you think? - Amorella
You are amazing, Amorella. (2236)
Let's finish it up boy so you can get to
bed. - Amorella
Grandma's Story - 4 2nd
Draft
Wexer
debated people most of his life, his spirit thrills on confrontation like a
pyromaniac's mind bores into observing a roaring blaze. Once deadanliving, and
finding but one friend (she never disagreed) among the Dead, he became
profoundly bored, and his whip-biting spirit driven to great desperation,
decided it was time to have a singular great debate between his heart and mind.
Sharper and cleverer than he had been in life, he knew the in's and out's of
grammar and construction in his native language. His restless spirit felt, 'I
have never lost a debate and there is no way I can lose this one.'
This
is Grandma. I caught the passion leak away on this particular
heartansoulanmind. He disappeared even among the Dead and no one knows what
happened to him. When this happened friends of his woman's friend noticed she
was more at peace with herself but neither she nor they understood why.
This
is the argument that human spirit decided to have. The debate between his heart
and mind focused on his singular woman friend who always agreed with him.
Wexer's
mind debated that his friend was pretending to agree, that she could not
possibly agree with all his arguments for or against one passion or another.
Wexer's heart, on the other hand, debated that the woman friend, his only
friend among the Dead, did not disagree with him because she loved him so
terribly much. The deeper Wexer's spirit whipped its arguments the less resolve
Wexer discovered he had in coming to a conclusion as to which was the winner,
his heart or his mind.
Grandma sashayed and did a little
calypso dance in her bare feet, threw her hands over her head, twirled, and
clapped three times. She smiled like the glow of a tropical sunset and
whispered a secret; “I just love these little freedom stories because they are
real enough as any sunset or sunrise.”
What won, Wexer's mind or heart? Why did he disappear even among the
Dead? Why did his woman friend become more at peace with herself after Wexer's
spirit, his heartansoulanmind, disappeared from the scene?
I have one more dead man's short
story here. This one balances out the first.
Another
ancestor, a shaman of about seven thousand years ago in the area of the Black
Sea, stood by the fire one cloudy dark night in summer and said, “I have a new
story. This is about a man who can be in two places at once while he is still
alive. He can be standing here like me, telling a story, and,” he pointed to
his north, “be in the woods telling a story at the same time. How do you think
he accomplishes this?”
This
invited the listener to give herorhis own plausibility and the shaman
discovered he could be enormously entertaining while being instructive; an
unsolvable mystery no one could decipher to everyone’s satisfaction. ‘How is
it possible for a person to be telling the same story in more than one place at
the same time?’
This
story was so popular that shamans throughout the world were soon asking the
question to their neighbors along the major world trade routes had been set
into motion because people wanted goods from far away places. People wanted
something valuable to keep for security, for peace of mind, and just for the
pleasure of having material goods they did not already have. Storytelling
helped pass the time on the journeys from Asia to Europe and Europe to Africa
and from Africa to Asia. Some of the stories even migrated to the Americas.
This
particular storyteller created a mysterious set of written characters that
allowed the carving of the story line onto a tree. Other tribe members were
taught to read the runes, so it was possible for someone to be reading the
story in one place while it was being told at the same time in another place
entirely. Few could believe such a marvelous invention, but they soon
discovered belief wasn’t a part of the equation. Below is a translatable
representation of what the shaman wrote.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Now the characters you can see
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Each as individual as you or me
Q, R, S, T, U, and V
Allow each us to remain free
W, X, Y, and Z
The beginning and the end carved
on a tree.
And from Grandma’s tongue, tooth
and gum
Some familiar runes will this way
come.
754 words
***
Good enough for now. Post. - Amorella
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