Up before the sun. Carol took the
newspaper next door and has returned. The cats are downstairs with their food,
drink and shades up windows. Today's is Gretchen's birthday so email her a
card.
Try as I might I cannot forget what I
was doing when Gretchen was born. I was over at Rodney T's house sitting on the
roof of a shed with my pellet gun or twenty-two with Rodney and we were
shooting rats around the small grain elevators just beyond his backyard. When I
rode my bike home I found out I had a baby sister. I was ten Cathy was five,
now there was one more. Today I will work on Grandma 16. I don't remember what
this story is about but it will only take a minute. -- Wow; it is 3160 words long and the
setting is Scot-Irish. King Conaire II and Queen Saraid's little boy Corbred
has run off and they have to find him. This was after King Conn of the Hundred Battles
for those who know the legendary histories in that part of the world.
Carol is expecting you to come down for
breakfast. Later. Post. - Amorella
0944
hours. I put in a few more books. I forgot about Sybil, which I read at
least twice; then after I read that I read Three Faces of Eve because it
was also about personality disorder. This was a time when I thought I might be
a multiple personality. I forgot about The Winds of War and War and
Remembrance. I loved those two books and the people involved. The TV films
were excellent also. The Open Boat is another. Got to stop for now. Wow.
I read Steven Crane's The Open Boat while at Fenn College night classes
(now Cleveland State) in 1960. It is a very good book. There were a lot of
books I read back then, but I cannot remember them. Alas, such a poor memory
for such works that I loved at the time. Some were funny like The Grass
Grows Greener over the Septic Tank by Erma Bombeck. -- I just tried to put
this in FB and it doesn't show. Guess it is not literary enough.
Just after noon. You had a relaxing
bath, and you sent Gretchen a birthday note and have done your exercises as
well except for the walking to the end of the street and back. Why don't you do
those now while you are willing. - Amorella
1222 hours. I walked 700 paces and
stopped once for maybe 20 to 30 seconds. That's not too bad for me coming out
of winter (and no lawn mowing).
You paused, orndorff; that was not a stop
where you have to sit down. Keep at it, boy. You'll feel better. Earlier this
morning you noticed a favorite, framed quotation stacked on top of the stain
glass Celtic cross bought at the Washington Cathedral some time ago and
Tolstoy's Merlin book was sitting on top of that.
Jeez, Amorella. Mom would be ticked
about that. And a third of her ashes are in a can about a foot behind this
bedroom chair. I was 12 or so and I had some books piled on top of the revised
standard Bible I got when I joined the church. She was livid, said a Bible was
not to be piled upon almost like it was blasphemous to do so. This was from a
woman who smoked behind her mother's back and told me I was not to say
anything. Hmm. I did not know that comment was in my head, but that was my
resentment at the time. She didn't care that her ashes would be in a can and
said I could do with them what I wanted. I don't know what Cathy and Gretchen
did with their cans with Mom's cremains in them.
You see, orndorff, you have lots of
resentment in your head; unfairness seen, injustices meted out. They are still
in there. Go ahead and type the quotation in. We might have uses for the
concept coming up in Pouch 16. - Amorella
***
REALITY
Reality is what we take to be true.
What we take to be true is what we
believe.
What we believe is based on our
perceptions.
What we perceive depends on what we
are looking for.
What we are looking for depends upon
what we think.
What we think depends upon what we perceive.
What we perceive determines what we
believe.
What we believe determines what we
take to be true.
What we take to be true is our
reality.
**
Gary Zukav, Author of The Dancing
Wa Li Masters
An Overview of the New Physics
***
This is what these books are about, boy, if
you want an added dimension to them. Each reader will glean something if
sheorhe takes the time to do so. - Amorella
There's some irony to frame The
Brothers 16. I like it, though I hadn't thought about it before.
And here it was not more than an arm's reach
away. - Amorella
Just like Mom's cremains. I don't
think about them either.
Note
- I like to see where viewers are signing in from and I saw this free little
gadget on one of my FB friend's blog. Curiosity is part of who I am. It doesn't
record names or anything else other than what state or country you are from.
Blogger already has this info, this just tells what day you viewed more accurately.
Thank you. Richard Orndorff
Mid-afternoon. You had a Graeter's and
are now at Pine Hill Lakes Park sitting in the shade of a pine facing west
towards the hill at the north end. Let me do the cutting on Brothers 16. -
Amorella
You had Papa John's pizza tonight, made by
the manager, Homer. Some of the best pizza you have ever eaten according to you
and Carol. You watched "Castle", NBC News, and "Bones".
And, earlier you finished Grandma 16. Drop it in. - Amorella
***
Grandma’s Story 16 ©2013, rho - draft
Queen Saraid, King Conaire II and young Prince Corbred were
walking along a forest path, happy to be alone for a change, when the king saw
a strange mushroom on the right side of the path. It was ivory with brown
spokes like those of a Roman chariot, the spokes of our enemy. “What is this?”
he asked.
“Shall I pull it for a snack?” replied the queen.
“No, no. This may be an omen.” The king glanced up. “Where is
Corbred?”
“Oh, he is fine. I saw him walk on ahead, but he will not go far
without me.”
King Conaire II stood with a slight concern and scrutinized the
trail. “I don’t see him.”
“That little boy,” critiqued Saraid. “He has never run off before.
He is usually tugging on my dress.”
Meanwhile little Corbred was on a trail of his own. I’m not afraid
of anything, thought Corbred to himself. The fox is a menace and I will chase
him until he tires and bring him home by his tail. Everyone will see how
marvelous I am.
Corbred’s eyes focused on the tail end of the fox.
The boy did not realize it was an animal path not a people path.
“The boy’s your responsibility,” noted the king in his clearly
royal voice.
“Yes, m’lord,” replied the queen with no further comment.
"The mushroom was a bad omen. I think the Faeries are behind
this, said the King nervously thinking of Faeries as they are in the real
world.
“What can we do?” asked Queen Saraid. “Will the Faeries want to
bargain for our son?” Or worse, she wondered, steal his soul?
Corbred heard a great horned owl hoot once near the top of the old
tree. “Who,” said the owl.
Corbred, not sure what he had heard answered, “Prince Corbred”
“Who,” replied the owl.
“I am Corbred, and I want my mother.”
The old owl didn’t like the annoying and screeching sounds of the
boy and he flew off.
Exhausted from the hunt the boy lay on the worn animal trail and
into a deep sleep. He had a dream encased in sharp teeth. Here is little lost
Corbred’s dream:
“Hello, little
boy, this is your Grandmother. What sharp front teeth you have. I will have one
of those.” She reached in his mouth and pulled it out.
When Corbred awoke his left front tooth was missing.
Suddenly in late mid-morning he heard his mother’s voice and
turned towards her in a run. “Corbred!” she exclaimed, “I knew I would find
you.”
“I was hunting a fox, Mother, See, there is its den.”
“How
did you know to find me here?”
“This
was the only animal trail we hadn’t yet search.”
“I
didn’t notice,” he said, “I kept my eyes on the red tail because I knew the
fox’s head was at the other end.”
“You
sound just like your uncle,” laughed his mother. “What happened to your tooth?”
she asked. “I didn’t know it was loose.”
“Grandmother
came by in the night and took it out.”
“Grandmother?
Your grandmothers are dead, Corbred. You know that.”
“Well
someone took it,” he said indigently.
She
sighed then she politely said, “He’ll say a faery took your tooth.”
Suddenly
Corbred turned white as a sheet. “Faeries take your soul, not your teeth,” he
replied. “I never thought of the faeries in my dream. I thought of
Grandmother.”
“Don’t
bother with it, son,” she said, “It’s just old men’s talk.”
“What’s
the matter, Corbred?” said the queen. "See, the main trail is right over
here.”
“My
front tooth left an opening in my mouth, Mother, and it is making me faery
afraid.”
She
laughed softly and motherly, “Don’t worry, you are safe.”
Corbred
thought to keep his mouth shut so no one could see the gap in his teeth. People
might mind the Faerie's gap. Immediately he thought, A lost tooth is better than a lost soul.
That is what got him to thinking, putting tooth and soul together
in the same sentence. He was never the same boy after. As he matured he became
known as Corbred the Silent.
Deep
in Corbred's mind a mushroom-thought had grown from my soul resides in the gap
between my teeth to my soul has drilled between my mind and skull bone. If I
speak my soul will fly from my head to freedom.
Grandma
chuckled and slid like a soul sliding between the toes of her nearest reader.
She nestles there still, between the billions of toes whenever they touch the
bare earth.
***
Dusk, and you are sitting at Target waiting
for Carol to buy some necessities for the upcoming trip. You already have Pouch
16 set up as a document, and this segment focuses on Hartolite and Justin. ---
You are home and settled. Ellie the large longhaired Maine Coon is sitting on
the left top shelf beside the bedroom's black chair, the right top shelf is
filled mostly with a reading light and a scanner you rarely put to use. Go
ahead and post. - Amorella
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