Mid-morning. Breakfast and the paper.
Exercises to do. You are downstairs in the living room watching Jadah being the
cat she is, an observer of birds -- more nuthatches out today, along with
cardinals and small 'yellow bellies' which you do not recall by name.
0911 hours. Maybe they are finches. I didn't see him long enough to tell. I
put the small bird feeder in the crab apple by the front porch and the
cardinal, larger bird feeder to the south side yard. It is another good winter
sun day, no clouds as far as I can tell from here. Sill about two inches of
bright sun white packed snow on the ground. Just what's to be expected in
January. Nothing much else to say. Nothing on my mind to speak of.
Where is your mind when you are not using
it, orndorff? - Amorella
Funny and dangerously self-relative.
So's your old man. - Amorella
Ha! It took me a minute. Too much,
Amorella. (0924)
You always do enjoy self-entertainment.
Post. - Amorella
Lunch at Panera/Chipotle and now a stop at
Kroger's on Tylersville for meds since Carol stopped at the doctor's because of
a sinus infection. She is driving for a change and for you it is somewhat fun
to be a passenger and look out and see what else is going on. When home or if
you stop and read in the car we can work on the second half of Pouch-8. Then
you will be ready for Dead-9 and before long you'll have another three set of
chapters under glass. - Amorella
I really, really like this. I am glad
I decided on the redo's rather than the other three books. It is interesting
that there are indeed subtle changes taking place from the first book, another
couple of dimensional or perspective views, a little firmer mix of physics and
metaphysics. Plus, the writing is better, the grammar surer, the content more
focused; at least to me it is presently. I have not used the audio to listen to
the stories as I was doing in book four. The old system won't work on
OS.10.8.2. These might sound better just because the length is a similar, short
vignettes, slices of time in being Dead, a present, a memory from the Dead, and
a potential future. I like it whether anybody else does or not.
It is the way you consider things, boy, authentic
you whether anyone likes it or not. In some ways you don't give a damn, but I
do. - Amorella
Good, Amorella. I will assume you are
a better part of my nature in this context.
I am a better part of Nature, let's let it
go at that, my Nature, not yours. - Amorella
Fine, of course, it is not my Nature,
that was not my intent.
You would know if it were. - Post when you
return home. Later. - Amorella
1426 hours. We are over at Pine Hill
Lakes Park looking southwest toward the earth dam that is about thirty to
thirty-five feet high I would say. It's a walk to the top from the creek valley
below I can tell you that. Carol is working on a couple year old book, Lee
Child's Worth Dying For, another Jack Reacher novel; she is only on page
4.
Let's get started. - Amorella
1710 hours. I have been working on
this off and on and finished a couple of minutes ago.
***
Pouch - 8 drafting complete ©2013, rho
Sitting
around Blake Williams' breakfast table three minds were actively setting up
their diversely planned Thursday, 1 March 2012. The date could be seen on the
front page of The Plain Dealer. A
little more than a month had gone by since the Carlson sisters attempt to buy
the Cessna 210 Silver Eagle. Pyl was reading the local section of the paper; an
article about the Chardon School shooting, Justin glanced over the sport's page
focusing on the loss of the Cavaliers to the Knicks with the final score, 120
to 103.
Blake
stared at the weather page which said that the mostly cloudy sky would produce
light snow showers would change to rain and the light west wind would be coming
from south instead giving a high of 42 degrees even the night temperature was
to stay above freezing. I could take the plane up around noon or one popped
into his head. I haven't been up since the end of January. What a mess that
was.
What
a weird couple of days. People come in out the blue wanting to buy the plane,
we tell them we don't want to sell and they leave without another word. I would
have thought they would have at least sent an email thanking us for their
afternoon ride to Put-in-Bay and back. Nothing. "I'd like to get some
flight time today. The weather is going to be worse with thunderstorms the next
couple of days. I can get some instrument time in what with the weather mix and
cloud cover."
"You
just want to see the sun, Blakie, not that I blame you," commented Pyl.
It's rather depressing." I have a pile of clothes to wash, she thought,
and added, "I wouldn't mind going along. Do you want to come Justin?"
"No,"
he sighed. "I'm reading a couple of magazines, Car and Driver. We've been back up here only a couple of days and
I'm getting bored. This weather doesn't help I'm ready to go home." He
thought I love the Jennifer cookies at On the Rise though. They are always
worth the trip up here, and we can take a dozen home with us. It's never a
completely worthless trip.
"You'll
like the Car and Driver articles on
the Shelby and the Viper. You can read them any time. I'm bored too, Justin,
that's a good reason to get up above the clouds with us if you like,"
smiled Blake.
***
Noon
local Cleveland time. Ship stirred, and jolted Yermey with a slight shock and
said, "The Cessna is up."
"Take
us to her," grumbled Yermey. His old eyelids stayed sleep shut, resisting
the reality of the moment. "Wake up, Friendly."
"Captain
has us already underway."
"When
will we be in contact?"
"Ten
minutes," replied Ship matter-of-factly.
Yermey
slowly stood up then slid himself into a jumpsuit. He rubbed his forehead
rather harshly, shook his head to refresh and thought what are we about to do?
He
knew, of course. The three had carefully decided that the next time the plane
was in the air they would take the plane into a controlling declared advisement,
first by suspending physics and place the plane aboard Ship with the three
Earthlings inside.
Yermey
walked into Friendly's control room, said hello, scratched the back of his
head, and asked, "How many are aboard?"
"All
three, replied Friendly.
"Are
we really going through this?" asked Hartolite. "Wouldn't it be more
polite to first say, hello, again as
fellow Earthlings?"
Suddenly
Friendly ordered, "Change circumstance," and Ship froze about half a
mile to the starboard side of the Silver Eagle and flying parallel to the
Cessna 210 with blackenot on. Less than ten seconds later they were parallel at
a quarter mile. "I say we down the plane at a private field in the area
and speak them on their own ground."
Ship,
having bio-computerize a virtual Cessna in true environment circumstance
internally responded quickly, "A flat and vacant country road four miles
south. I can mimic engine trouble. The pilot will have no choice but to
land."
"Good!"
said Yermey as he slapped his thigh joyfully. "We wing it."
"We improvise?" questioned Hartolite. "All of
our stratagem, and now we improvise?"
"Let
Ship settle them safely and unaware of our presence. Spontaneity has an open
honesty to it. Keep traffic clear, she further ordered. "Land us ten yards
from them."
Ship
replied confidently, "As you wish." The three marsupial-humanoids
stood with equanimity and watched the maneuvering begin. The first formal
contact will begin on a lonely flat township road northeast of Cleveland near a
quiet Amish farm in south Ashtabula County, Ohio.
777 words
***
This selection is a bit different than I expected. Perhaps I have gone off track a bit. I
thought there would be a plane ride and more discussion among the
marsupial-humanoids. That is what I expected I would do when I started out but
it didn't end that way.
You had supper, stuffed peppers, watched the
ABC News for a change as football was on NBC, then you and Carol watched DVRed
"CSI-NY" and "Blue Bloods" from last night, both with a bit
more emotional involvement than you are used to. - Amorella
I was surprised I had to grit my teeth
a couple of times in both shows because of the good acting and the subject
matter. I usually don't over involve myself into the stories. Carol is
finishing the newspaper and although it is not late I am ready for bed (after I
check my blood pressure). AM and PM on the blood pressure and AM fasting on
glucose (before breakfast). I glanced over Dead-8 so I know Merlyn is about to
meet with Glevema and Panagiotakis.
I
don't know what the subject matter is other than guarding the Gate. However,
now that we can see that Vivian has the ability to work within Merlyn and that
she can work the dry spiritual water I don't see where this is going to lead,
especially since the Second Rebellion of the Dead is over and done with. If
there is a plot here I don't see it. What is Merlyn to do? I don't think I
really see his circumstance as having any real drama -- the 'war' is over. The
Dead have risen once again as full human spirits haven't they? They defeated
the Supervisor and at least one of the Dead Merlyn has access to the Living. Is
he going to explain to the Living how it is like Dante gleaning information in The
Divine Comedy? What is better for the Living today than ten years ago
before the Second Rebellion? I probably need to reread the previous eight
chapter sequences of The Dead. No doubt I am missing something. I will re-read
the chapters before I have any entanglement with the Dead-9.
You suddenly remember a phrase in a line
from catechism class when you were twelve -- "the quick and the
dead". - Amorella
I do. Why? What was that about? A
Creed? The Apostles' Creed, that's the only one I remember we had to learn.
I'll find it.
***
Apostles' Creed:
1. I believe in God the
Father, Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth:
2. And in Jesus Christ,
his only begotten Son, our Lord:
3. Who was conceived by
the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary:
4. Suffered under Pontius
Pilate; was crucified, dead and buried: He descended into hell:
5. The third day he rose
again from the dead:
6. He ascended into
heaven, and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty:
7. From thence he shall
come to judge the quick and the dead:
8. I believe in the Holy
Ghost:
9. I believe in the holy
catholic church: the communion of saints:
10. The forgiveness of
sins:
1l. The resurrection of
the body:
12. And the life everlasting.
Amen.
** **
[From:
http://www.ccel.org/creeds/apostles.creed.html]
***
I
can easily remember the moral conflict I had at twelve because I was not supposed to say
the Creed unless I believed it and I could not join the First Presbyterian
Church in Westerville without saying the Creed in church.
I
was struck by the statement: " He
descended into hell:". The first thing
that hit my mind was: "How can anyone know Jesus descended into
Hell?" Even then I realized that a statement was either true or false.
There were no witnesses to this descent. I secretly defied the church and said
the Creed in public anyway but I knew God knew I didn't believe it. I felt I
had lied to God directly and lived to tell about it. My secret, and God's,
that's how I thought about it. I had not the courage to defy convention and not
join the church. This was my: "Here I Stand, I Can Do No Other" and I
failed. I denied God directly. How I survived this internal spiritual crisis I
will never know.
Do you feel you deny G---D at this time in your life? - Amorella
I do not know if G---D exists but I cannot deny the concept of G---D
because I do not know if G---D does or does not exist. I lean to the concept
that G---D exists, but it cannot be proven scientifically. Our species having a
'humanity' is circumstantial evidence in my heartansoulanmind that we stretch
the nature of physics. It is not proof of G---D. I don't have anything else to
say on the subject. I don't want to say anything else on the subject.
Then let it be, boy. Go to bed. Post. -
Amorella I am still angry and defiant over this "trickery of words" in the Creed. I was twelve. I should not have put myself in such a moral dilemma, but as I did I should have dealt with it properly and I did not. I lacked the courage and the character to deal with it properly. I will never knowingly make that spiritual oriented mistake again, ever. - rho
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