22 December 2012

Notes - Graeter's hot fudge / Pouch-7 continued /


        Shortly after noon. Kim called early and said she has laryngitis so you did not go to Cleveland as planned. However, you did call on Facetime and Owen got to show you his bright blue and yellow Thomas the Train Engine boots. He also showed you the snow in the front yard, only a couple of inches but it adds to the Christmas spirit, especially for a soon to be three year old boy. Owen was busy crawling and only seemed so-so interested in the camera though he smiled at Grandma and Papa for a second or two. Kim was happy you did not come, as she doesn't feel like doing much. Paul was asleep. He is on call tomorrow. They don't know if they are going to Paul's parents Monday and Tuesday or not.

         1504 hours. A few errands completed plus lunch without fries at Five Guys. We are sitting at sunny Pine Hill Lakes Park looking out onto the grassy earth dam and bare trees. Just a few spots of snow in the shades. Doug and Nancy sent us a Xmas card with photos and one is of their dioxins. The funny thing is that the three dogs show shadows of their bodies and tails only one dog does not have a tail yet the photograph clearly shows one shaped similar to the other two dogs' tails. This is one fine mystery if you ask me. Doug assures me no photoshopping was used and he can't figure the shadow out either. It is interesting in my mind partly because in the olden days I'm sure such a witnessable story would have been conjured up as to how this could be, a shadow where there is no nearby material presence to block the sunlight to cause it. (1519)

         Later. You both had a kid's cup of Graeter's holiday peppermint crunch ice cream with a dollop of hot fudge on top. On the way home Carol has stopped at Kroger's on Mason-Montgomery Road for Kroger's holiday peppermint ice cream and a can of Hershey’s chocolate to pour on top for an added holiday bonus.

         It beats putting up the Christmas tree for a more spirited Christmas season around our house. Lots of traffic, lots of people scurrying about. We are in very busy seasonal time. Where do all these people come from? What ever happened to planned parenthood? When we were in our twenties it used to be considered by some to be a cultural 'good' to have no more than two offspring to take your place; one preferably. That was our contribution to those times, one. I am sounding like an old geezer. Time to stop.

         Indeed it is boy. Take a break. Post. - Amorella


         Nearing bedtime. Scrambled eggs and toast for supper, the news, and three DVRed shows watched, then off to see the holiday house lights lit around Mason town. Carol is already upstairs reading in bed and while it is on your mind you are not yet ready. You would like to be the fly on the wall and watch the conversation among Friendly, Hartolite and Yermey. Let's get to it. - Amorella

         2242 hours. I only wrote 178 words but I did not expect Yermey's observation.

         Hartolite and Friendly did not expect those words either. Both are at a loss of words, which is why you stopped cold. Funny, huh? - Amorella

         How are they going to react?

         First, let's see how many words you have so far. - Amorella

         We have 644 words.

         Let's shift to Ship's perspective to conclude this chapter. Add what we have and post. - Amorella
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Pouch-7 continued

         "What's on your mind, Yermey?" asked Friendly. "I know you are in a consideration. Something is up in your head."

         "What is it, should we still be concerned about the plane?" continued Hartolite. She added, "We think so."

         Yermey fully opened his eyes and quickly sat upright. "Ship says the Cessna is clean on all points but one."

         "Which is?" said Friendly in surprise as she had just monitored Ship herself and found the plane clean.

         "The time slip. One minute does not correlate with the plane computers and Ship."

         "A minute means nothing by itself. The Earthlings do not have access to Ship to discern any difference," responded Hartolite.

         "A minute has to be relative to something," reinforced Friendly.

         "It is relative to us," said Yermey with more heart in his voice than mind. We come here unannounced and without invitation. When we make ourselves known, to whomever we do this first. These three people will know who we are and assume that we are deceptive in our intentions, because this is what we are being presently." 178 w

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