Mid-morning.
You were up early, got the papers, breakfast and read the paper. Carol left
early to pick up Ann at the Otterbein Retirement Community, then on to have
breakfast at Judy's in Milford. Meanwhile you watched "Under the
Dome" from earlier in the week. - Amorella
0917 hours. The show is following the
typical criteria for such summer fair. Characters and setting have been introduced,
enough diversified via point of view to fill an hour's diversion (commercials
included). Hints of a plot but if it doesn't fork out next week I'll be done
with it. Carol didn't even want to start. One problem is that when the small
plane, flying at under ten thousand feet crashed into the dome it appears the
passenger's purse made it through. At the conclusion the visual suggestion is
that an alien craft is responsible but who knows. King and Spielberg no doubt
have this summer series down and perhaps are looking at two or three season’s
worth at best, worst, the series will be over sooner than anyone thinks, or
hopes, in some cases. I cannot think of a good reason for aliens to ever come
to this planet other than kindness. Our nearby planets have resources without
the bother of having to deal with our species. If there is water on Saturn's or
Jupiter's moons why come any closer to the sun than need be? It seems in the
stories that aliens appear to want something on our planet but I cannot imagine
them needing anything from this place including us. Our ego is the very small
pebble in the proverbial shoe. Our whole media culture is built around us,
about who we are and what we do. Hype, we are far too much hype. We attempt to
devour the planet one way or another and symbolically through media we feed on
ourselves; for many mirrors for glorification. Why in the world would anyone ever
come here voluntarily? Other than an act of kindness it is beyond my
imagination. Hype is a shade that dulls our real growth, our humanity. We are
but toys. Come on, we are better than playing toys. Surely, we are.
I think, not worse, just more of the same. But then I'm old and should know our species better. I think what I need is a nap.
You wrote a note of condolence that will
serve for all those past and present in your Class of 1960. Add and post. -
Amorella
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Each
member of our Westerville High School Class of 1960 has left her or his mark on
me; Tom is no exception. I am sad on Tom's leaving this place; I am glad we met
along the way. The world is what it is and in time we all move on. Along that
way I would hope we will, each of us, meet again in yet another place at least
as interesting as this universe is.
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Carol
wanted to go to Marx Bagels in Blue Ash for a tuna salad sandwich in a cinnamon
raisin bagel. Wonderful treat and you followed up by also splitting a turtle
sundae with two scoops of ice cream (vanilla and mint chocolate chip) with a
dollop of whip cream and a cherry on top. Your idea but no complaints from
Carol, nor would there likely have been. Presently you are at Hallmark's on
Mason-Montgomery Road to pick up a birthday card fro Tod (Carol was not
successful finding one earlier.) - Amorella
1425 hours. I had a nap before Carol
arrived home from her breakfast. Tomorrow Davey's is going to grind the stumps
before we leave for Delaware. It is so odd using Delaware.
Use Columbus then boy. Sometimes you are too
exact when you needn't be, part of Dr. Harold Hancock's influence on
"being significantly specific". You'll find your love of words too
much from time to time. This is one of them. By the way, you have no need to
second-guess yourself on the condolence; it is heartfelt and sincere. Sometimes
you would be better off without so much imagination. I would not have enclosed
it in today's blog to make a fool of you. However, I understand your sentiment.
- Amorella
You have kept your word to me,
Amorella. I have only a few private regrets on any writing I have had read by
others (in my life). You have never been a part to any of them. (1435)
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