24 March 2013

Notes - morning / Grandma's Story 15 completed / pre-Pouch 15


         Mid-morning. Kroger's early for old people vitamins/minerals and a couple extra essentials for making Grandma Schick's meatloaf for dinner. Breakfast at First Watch near Streets of Westchester, home to read the Sunday paper which Carol has just begun. You are changed and in the bedroom on your recliner with Ellie at the window. No snow or rain so far, you think it is going to be a bust. Which for you is fine and dandy are neither of you are planning on going anywhere for the rest of the day.

         1025 hours. I can probably work on Grandma 15 today. There will be a lot of deletion, but that's okay with me. Say the same thing (or make the same commentary) with less than half the words. There are 2958 words and if I only use 750, I will eliminate 2208 words in the process. This ought to be a fun challenge.

         Actually, orndorff, the story needs an update even though it's a Grandma story. - Amorella
        
         I don't remember what it is about to begin with.
         The setting and characters are the same but the theme is different. - Amorella
         Fine with me. (1034)
         Early afternoon. You napped for an hour and feel better (less tired) but arthritic conditions are not so good.
         I am feeling a bit lethargic mentally. I should probably do my exercises. Nothing else to say at the moment.
       Nothing really required, boy. Later. Post. - Amorella


       1701 hours. We had leftovers for lunch and began watching a Masterpiece Mystery "Page 8" but it was too slow-paced. Carol went up to read and take a nap and I watched last Friday's "Grimm".  After that I began working on Grandma 15 and just completed it or feel that I have even though it is 698 words.
         It is much more specific than the earlier edition. - Amorella
         And, you were right, Amorella, it was connected with the Mayan prophecy for last year. Come and gone and we are still here.
         Add the story and post. - Amorella
         I almost unconsciously wrote 'Grandma' rather than your name Amorella.
         When you write her stories you almost feel the earth, boy. Post. - Amorella
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Grandma’s Story 15 ©2013, rho, draft

Old Grandma has chosen to tell a Mayan love story. Time is one of the major characters off stage, just like real life. Timing is everything. Solstice was and is important in Maya observances of Earth because of Zenial passage observations that are possible only in the tropical zones.

This story takes place approximately twenty one hundred years ago when the dark rift in the Milky Way was some thirty degrees above the dawning winter solstice sun.

'Twenty-one hundred years ago in Central America, I was disguised as an old woman walking, I spied two people making love under the broad-leafed bushes and a cacao tree near both their homes.'

Grandma shook her head thinking, 'the physical passion people put up with. People don’t normally know Grandma takes a peek every now and then when the intensity has built up like it has with these two. I am also in humanity’s most naked nature. People like to imagine being alone or with an intimate companion or two in private.'

Grandma looked to the reader, 'you can be private with your nature, honey-child, but you is never alone with your body. Heartansoulanmind, the invisible world of the human spirit, is always with you.

          Grandma continued, 'Love puts the body to more work than it is sometimes used to. People get exhausted being in love. Some would just rather die happy in bed I guess. That is the way it is for Tapachula, who is hotter than a summer storm and Izapa who is normally cold and pyramidal-like except when he is with his Tapachula. She heats up and he cools down. He heats up and she cools down. These two were just like the weather wildness. You just never can tell how it is going to be from one minute to the next. A low pressure hits a high and something is going to move. Since one is usually high when the other is low, someone is always jiggling the other. One morning when they had already been at it several times, trying to get the timing right, and something unforeseen took over, basic competition. These human bodies had suddenly taken on a life of their own and physical endurance became the goal.

         What a way to go. Who is going to die of exhaustion first? Tapachula’s brain is reasoning, ‘Impending doom, a natural disaster is upon us I can just feel it. I can outlast this man, and if I can’t I’ll have to hand it to him to find a way to do me in first. I already have a plan if I outlive my Izapa. I will bed the first one that comes down the road until one of us dies and will keep doing so until I’m done in. What a way to go. What a way to go. What-a-way, what-a-way, what-a-way to go.

        Tapachula's logic is not completely consistent, but logic is something you might bed on but not sleep with. That is when I, Grandma, decided to step up from the body physics to the mindanheart for a change of pace.


        From deep within Tapachula's mindanheart Grandma whispered as consciousness might alone, “No prophecy is really true, child. No matter what any one or more human being utters it. Human beings can neither know their own nor their world's future, but they can learn to understand the logic within it.”


As Tapachula and Izapa's bodies clasped tight in a holy-like climax, Grandma heard them both think in unison: "This natural disaster is built into me too, Grandma. What should we do?"

“Remember what and who you really are so you can balance the beam,” suggested Grandma.

What are the beam and the balance?" asked Izapa and Tapachula.

“The beam is in your intelligence,” answered Grandma. “And the balance is in your wisdom.” And with that, the once old woman with the walking stick disappeared in the expended passions of the lovers' bodily perspiring fervor.

Arms and legs in loosening entanglement, Tapachula and Izapa blinked and together said aloud, “We were in an enchantment.”

The sweetness in their minds leaves but a lingering thought,
Of what the world may become and what’s been wrought.

698 words
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         2013 hours. I think am ready to begin Pouch 15. Maybe I'm rushing it, I don't know. The focus in Pouch 14 after a reminding glance is about building a relationship among Pyl, Ship and Yermey. That leaves Blake, Justin, Friendly and Hartolite. I assume the four are more interested in learning about science rather than social history. Maybe it is about definitions first. People have to agree on definitions before the communication counts for anything solid.
         Blake is interested in the construction and the technology of Ship -- the navigation system -- and the metallurgy and technology needed to build and run such a machine from point A to point B and back again to Point A -- the overall process in closer than general terms and explained within the physics and sciences he has some general and/or specific knowledge about, i.e. software/hardware equivalents.
         Justin is interested in how the marsupial-humanoid species evolved and why their species went further than the primates, i.e. early history of the species up to the stages of survival and language development in those days. Considering the interests Blake and Friendly have a one on one, as do Justin and Hartolite. Each couple is in the marsupial- humanoid's private apartment. These conversations in chapters fourteen and fifteen are being conducted more or less simultaneously. - Amorella
         If this concept increases the reader's broader overall insight to the species, it sounds fine with me.
         Fiction or not, the concepts discussed have to be sound and plausible for both human and marsupial. Both species will always be treated equally, that is my rule. - Amorella
         It is far better that you are directing and writing Amorella.
         You do not feel human beings can treat these aliens as equal? - Amorella
         Equal before G---D or equal before the law? To me, this doesn't read any more morally correct than it sounds. The question popped up out of the blue. I think it shows prejudice on my part but I am not sure.
         The problem with your bolded question above in communicating honestly with these aliens is one of understanding and not outright definition. Let's have Justin bring up the question to Hartolite. When she mentions the broad social rules of the early culture before the species became divided with early survival issues. This gives you something to think on in terms of Pouch 15. Post. - Amorella

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