Notes - Pouch - 6 completed / to do's / Chapters 4,5,6 completed

       Late morning. Exercises are completed for the day. Carol is on the phone with Mary Lou. Cool and windy but the leaves are still not down on a couple of trees. Most of the honeysuckles are leafless though. Deleting Pouch-6 may be easier on the iPad in Page on cloud. You are already thinking of lunch and have your email to check. Later, dude. - Amorella

         1242 hours. I have Pouch-6 to 743 words plus I think it reads better.

         Add and post. - Amorella

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Pouch - 6

         After an efficient walk around the plane and inspection of the controls Friendly glanced over the instrument and screen rich Cessna Silver Eagle control panel and pushanpulled the start toggle fumbled then pushed the toggle to the up position. Embarrassed that Pyl was watching she quickly smiled and commented, "It's been awhile." Then glanced at her watch and the clock on the console and thought, we'll be home before dark.

         "We all do silly things," said Pyl with a smile. “I love this plane, outside of me I think this was Dad's favorite thing." She winked, "Isn't that right, Blakey?"

         He feigned a grumble, "Yeah, Pyl was always the favorite."

         Justin looked to Hartolite, "Pyl and Blake come from parents who were a bit dissimilar."

         "Pardon."

         "Dissimilar, you know, diverse."

          Hartolite thought, what in the world are they talking about, families that are 'dissimilar' and 'diverse,’? Does he mean 'heterogeneous'?

         With the flaps down Friendly revved the engine and confirmed the rpm status, verified the alternator and voltage and they were picking up speed while rolling down the runway, a lift of the nose, and with the flaps reset for a slow climb southwest Friendly tapped the brakes to stop the spin and retracted the wheels. Quickly nearing the Ohio shoreline she continued the climb while turning the yoke to the left. The Silver Eagle continued a steady climb with Catawba Island, then the Marblehead lighthouse were below the right wing and Kelley's Island and greater Lake Erie lay down below the left wing. The plane continued climbing due east until leveling off at nine thousand feet with a speed of 140 mph. Friendly felt her body immediately relax. "We're good for Burke," she said. "Beautiful day, beautiful scenery, one beauty of a plane."

         Pyl smiled without further response. The plane and the pilot were as one in the same. Pyl just loved the flying.

         The flight continued, seemingly uneventful. Pyl fell into a catnap. Awakening to the drone of the engine she found that Justin and Blake had fallen asleep too. Pyl let be. She glanced over at Friendly, smiled and quietly said, "I can tell you are in love with this plane. I am in love with it too." Pyl closed her eyes in a ruse and let her mind moved into surreptitious quarters.

         Pyl recollected her thoughts. This tension began yesterday with the bird cracking the left wingtip light. Blake initially said it felt like the bird lightly tapped the wingtip light. I asked if it was a bird. Justin said it sounded like a piece of gravel hit the wingtip. When we inspected the wing at the hanger Blake said the gray remnants were bird guts but there wasn't any blood mixed in it. The gray matter reminded me of soot.

         Pyl continued, Friendly is clearly in charge. The only flight mistake she has made was the attempt to push the toggle switch in and then pull. She didn't fumble with the toggle to push in and then pull out. It was smoothly done, almost unconsciously, like she had done it a thousand times before, like I would turn a car key down to the right to start the engine.

         Pyl adjusted herself in the seat and relaxed with her eyes closed until she heard the thump of the wheels being lowered. She glanced at her watch and saw the time was 4:48 then looked at the time on the interment panel, it was 4:49. That's odd, she thought, we were synchronized when we left Put-in-Bay. She pulled her iPhone out of her purse; it also showed 4:48. "What time do you have Justin?" she asked.

         "We checked our watches at breakfast. Just what you have, 4:48."

         Pyl responded, "The plane says it is 4:49."

         Blake said, "I have 4:48 too. Now it's 4:49."

         "The plane says it's now 4:50," noted Pyl.

         "I have 4:50 too," said Friendly.

         Hartolite glanced at her watch that also said it was 4:50 but she lied and said, "I have 4:49 just like they do. Maybe it is just a fluke of a few seconds."

         Polite chatter ruled during the smooth landing, exiting, the quick inspection of the plane and then locked up by Blake.  While walking into the Burke Terminal, Ply spoke fully resolved. She said, "Blake, I don't want you to sell our father's plane."

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        1255 hours. It looks funny to see twelve green tinted-for-nfd documents in four rows constituting three chapters setting on the desktop. This makes me appear somewhat eccentric I suppose. Readers might wonder, why don't you just write four separate books, each in a trilogy orndorff?  Good question, but then how would I put them altogether. This is the whole point Merlyn's dreams are his. He doesn't have a dream with the segments together they are woven separately as dreams might be. It is the weaving that is as important as the segments. How else would you get a whole picture that is greater than the whole picture? That's my opinion. - rho

         The next step is putting the sections in chapters. After that, don't forget to summarize the chapters. - Amorella

         At the moment I don't remember why the chapter summaries are so important.

         Relax, old man. It'll be time for lunch soon. Post. - Amorella

         1522 hours. We are on the upper hill of Pine Hill Lakes Park looking down to the bridge crossing the lakes fork of Muddy Creek. Normally the hand railings of bridge can't be seen because of the leaves. Carol is on page 170 of Red Mist. I am watching the clouds come in. Pleasant afternoon.

         You had lunch at Smashburgers and ran a couple of errands in the process - the bank and letterbox. You saw a fellow at Smashburgers who was wearing his kilt and you stopped by his table on the way out and said, "I'd ask you what clan you were, but I can't remember my own at the moment." You both laughed and you left. - Amorella

         I would go with the Hammond clan since we are directly related on the male side but I can't remember what it is. Aunt Catherine had a piper at her funeral but I don't remember the color or markings.

         Send Uncle John an email and ask him. Your reasoning is as sound as any other since you are going by DNA rather than proper name. Later, my friend. - Amorella

         1631 hours. Found a problem with The Dead - 4, it is 873 words long. I cannot believe I did not cut but I find no evidence of it.

         After a supper of left over Papa John's pizza and two DVRed shows you cut Dead-4 down to a more reasonable number of words for consistency's sake. - Amorella

         1954 hours. I have put chapters four, five and six into a single document, 9219 words total.

         Place the chapters, as a unit, into tomorrow's posting. The total words for Introduction [546 words] and chapters one through three is 10923. Thus, the grand total for the two documents is 20,142 words of Great Merlyn's Ghost [©2012] are near final draft complete. Post. - Amorella