Mid-morning and you are at Pine Hill
Lakes Park watching Kim and the boys on the playground equipment while they are
waiting for Carol to come with the bread for the ducks.
Fortunately I have my MacAir as a companion while the others
are busy. I would like to work on Dead 19 but it is difficult while watching
Kim and the boys. It is a "mild, mild day,"" but it's June and
not April on that singular page in Moby Dick.
Ahab, you are not, my boy, though you see
mental connections with Melville. Let's go to Dead 19 and see what
happens. - Amorella
**
Continuation
(though not much) of Dead 19 drafting:
I am the grass, thinks Vivian, to be laid out upon and loved
like Mother Earth herself. A clover sprouts to wait upon the honeybee while I
await the anticipation of the flesh-driven plow. Why is this so in his eyes? I am fleshy, furrowed and
ready. Old Merlyn drives me down; through what magic is this that he is not
made ready for young and hot thoughts too many years undiscovered? Why is it
that he thinks I am not earthy and worthy enough?
**
We'll see how it goes on. Kim and the boys
leave after lunch. You have had another busy, fun and family day. The rewards
come in little ways like Kim's good night kiss a minute ago and a "Thanks
for the ice cream."
2244 hours. True. We bonded within twenty minutes of her
birth and have been bonded ever since. We have been father and daughter always
but friends for a very, very long time.
It has been a good day, orndorff. Let's let
it go at that. Post. - Amorella
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