04 May 2013

Notes - not quite / con't drafting Brothers 17 /


         After noon. Carol is on the phone with her sister and you have been checking email. Arthritic problems stayed around during the morning but a hot bath cured most of the aches and pains. Facial nerves are sensitive and have been since when you cut the one inch or so limb on a bush that it snapped down hitting part of the left eye socket but not the eye itself.

         1221 hours. I think that was two days ago. It is just sore and the fingers on my right hand continue into numbness several times a day (like now for instance). It doesn't interfere with typing (thank goodness) but it is a strange spongy-like feeling in my fingers when I hit the keys, especially the first three fingers, the middle finger is affected worst (from the tip down to the first knuckle).-- I have the fan on but the windows are closed and the heat on slightly. Ellie is lying on the footstool along with my feet. Earlier we found Jadah curled up under the top cover in the middle of one of the single beds in Kim's old room. She was really toasty. The sun is finally coming out but it is still windy. The Boy Scouts brought us 20 bags of mulch today and stacked it neatly at the top of the driveway. More outside work to be done. Carol wants to put some of it (maybe all) on the path in the woods to the table by the run near the bottom of the wooded gully in back. I assume we are to lunch within the hour. Usually it is Smashburgers, but who knows.

         Post and take a break orndorff. - Amorella

         None of this is probably worthy of the blog.

         Then why is it written? - Amorella

         What I mean is that it means nothing, it has no significance in my life.

         Not true, orndorff. When people are dead these little things gather their meaning (at least in here that is the case). - Amorella

         Shades of "Our Town". (1236)

         Not quite, boy. Post. - Amorella


         Mid-afternoon. You had a late lunch at Smashburgers and the sides and burger and chicken sandwiches were the best you've ever had there. You took the time to tell the manager and discovered Brian had done the cooking. Carol is at Target at VOA Shopping, then to Kroger's on Tylersville and perhaps some time at the park afterwards. It is a lot more like summer now that some of the clouds have dissipated. - Amorella

         1455 hours. Lots of people shopping. The local economy has weathered these last few years very well. We live in a very diverse area; we have a huge Jewish Senior Community as well as a huge Christian Senior Community in Mason. We have many Muslims also as they have a relatively new Masque less than a mile from where I sit in eastern Butler County and within a couple miles west is a newly built Indian Temple. Many families are also from India and Asia -- a very family oriented, industrious and better-educated greater community north of Cincinnati. And to think, when we first moved to the Village of Mason in 1975 most all of this area was rural. Where I sit was part of Voice of America Bethany Station broadcasting. Most farms had cattle and/or horses as well as corn, soybeans, and winter wheat. This turnover has been interesting to live in and where Kim and Paul are moving, a little south of Delaware, Ohio, it is the same. When we were young it was rural, lots of grain farms with cattle and/or horses. Now the population of Columbus (nurtured by Ohio State, Capital and Otterbein and other smaller colleges and universities) has grown more diverse with similar population and cultural growth. When I graduated from high school who would have thought (it would become as it has). Not many I would imagine.

         You would dream this situation for the entire world, boy, but you are embarrassed to admit it. - Amorella

         I am. It makes me to be a fool to myself. I know better. I am cynical for good reason, still the dream squeaks out. (1517)

         You have moved to the Kroger lot. To be such a dreamer is a part of everyone's humanity, boy; but you also have good reason to be cynical and dark humored, so let's let it go at that. Time to work on Brothers 17, let's get to it. - Amorella

         1722 hours. We are at Pine Hill and I have done some work.

         Place what you have here. Take a break, orndorff, and when home, post. - Amorella
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Brothers 17 (incomplete, draft 2)

         Robert and Richard sat on a bench with a back with their eyes towards the Park Lake Major; Lake Minor is just out of sight to the west. The large roofed picnic table area sits to the northeast between the two lakes in Riverton's favorite park with two lakes, a stream and surrounding woods. Flowers, mowed grass, a Kid's Play Area and meadowland for birds and other critters. They focused on the great blue heron fishing near the west bank. He stood solidly patient with a closed wingspan, more than six feet open winged. Yellow beaked with black plumes running the neckline.
         A wingspan of more than six feet, thought Robert, that's about my height; it is a magnificently solid feathered bird standing in its natural habitat.
         "We used to come here as kids; almost more fun than the cemetery," commented Richard.
         "I remember coming here with the girls our senior year  -- old Riverton High, Class of 1960." He thought, now it's a refurbished honors elementary school.
         "I was dating Connie," said Richard.
         "And, I, Cyndi." Robert smiled in the pause. "Here we are seventy; a long road since seventeen." Both laughed.
         "How did it come to this? You a retired surgeon and me a retired professor, who would have thought."
         "We were both in Air Force ROTC at John Knox. We were going to make it a career,” said Robert.
         Richard added, "And the girls were both at Case Western Reserve for nursing degrees our sophomore year.
         Robert continued to focus on the heron, quiet and patient, like myself he thought.
         Suddenly the great blue let out a discordant screeching.
         "He sounds like a dinosaur in an old movie."
         "Unmerciful," said Rob. "Why the squawk?" They watched the wings rise as if they were going to pull his five-pound body out of the water with a single flap.
         "It is an intentional acts of will. He stands wings down in place."
         It is an existential act. We raised our wings once and it kept the girls and us together," declared Richard.
         "We four were always attracted to one another," injected Robert. "Look, the heron is back stalking a fish."
         "You failed the ROTC physical in the Spring and in the Fall the Cuban Missile Crises loomed."
         "It was our junior year. We thought we going to die in a nuclear holocaust brought on by arrogance and accident."
         "That was an existential world drama if there ever was one," expressed Robert. "We thought we were going to die. If the Russian ship did not stop a news report said we would see the beginning of a war few would survive."
         "I remember that if the missiles were fired from Cuba we would have about twenty minutes. We both wanted to call the girls but the frat house phone was busy," said Richard. He chuckled dark humouredly. "I was taking World Drama from Dr. C that semester. It was either Ionesco’s  "The Chairs" or Beckett's Waiting for Godot. In any case the focus was on the Theatre of the Absurd. Both were written during the Cold War."

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         You are stopped at Kroger's on Kings Mill Road as Carol forgot pickles and yogurt. You have left over Papa John's pizza for supper. - Amorella

         I like Richard's "Theatre of the Absurd" point. Talk about the dreamer 'being cynical" earlier this fits right at the top of my mind. I am right in character with this portion of Brothers 17. And, what did it take in real life to bring the Ivory Tower perspective to life, as it is, the Cuban Missile Crisis. Beckett's Godot may not be God but we wait for something, for somebody to come along the road while we perform acts of comedy and tragedy in our life-moment under the yellow sun. Maybe the time we take with us is the 'moment' of consciousness in life. If so, then still we wait only along another road. Ionesco's metaphorical "The Chairs" sits on top or below Godot's road map to anywhere in particular.

         Your recent reading from Wikipedia suggests:

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In idealistic models of reality, the material world is either non-existent or is a secondary artifact of the "true" world of ideas. In such worlds, it can be said that everything is an act of will.

Kant's Transcendental Idealism claimed, "all objects are mere appearances [phenomena]." He asserted, "nothing whatsoever can ever be said about the thing in itself that may be the basis of these appearances." Kant's critics responded by saying that Kant had no right, therefore, to assume the existence of a thing in itself.

Schopenhauer proposed that we cannot know the thing in itself as though it is a cause of phenomena. Instead, he said that we can know it by knowing our own body, which is the only thing that we can know at the same time as both a phenomenon and a thing in itself.

When we become conscious of ourselves, we realize that our essential qualities are endless urging, craving, striving, wanting, and desiring. These are characteristics of that which we call our will.

From Wikipedia
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         It is rolling on time for bed and you forgot to post when you arrived home. You had supper then watched several shows you DVRed while on your trip. Post. We'll finish up tomorrow. - Amorella    


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