24 October 2013

Notes - 3 days / tonight or morning /


          Thursday morning. You have a life, boy, and it is not always connected to the keyboard. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday you did not open the MacAir once. You and Carol were busy with friends, Craig and Alta Brelsford. You had conversations as well as entertainment. On Monday you had lunch at Potbelly’s in Kenwood and Craig bought Oatmeal chocolate drop cookies, one for each. Excellent choice. You and Carol had never eaten their cookies before. Then, you drove to Point Pleasant and the birthplace of Ulysses S. Grant along the Ohio River. Later, you watched “The Blacklist” as they wanted to see it. You watched the first three episodes and you were reminded of “24” and how the shows have a similarity of fast pace and intensity. More conversation then bed. Tuesday, you were off to the early showing of “Gravity” in three-d. Again, everyone enjoyed the film, lunch at the China City Buffet, then home to conversation and catch-up on “The Blacklist” with episodes four and five. You and Carol even enjoyed them at the second showing. You spoke about future trips and the states of Oregon and Washington were the highlights as well as a return trip to England, train to Paris, and a tour of Normandy, which caught most of the group excitement. (Now, where are those lower airfares to London?) Craig and Alta left for Chicago yesterday morning and by early afternoon you were having lunch at Bun’s Restaurant on Winter Street in Delaware with Kim. You took another tour of their lot and the surrounding houses in their development, saw Paul who arrived home late mid-afternoon, picked up Ellie the Cat and travel goods for the boys, saying the next family meeting will be at the Sea Shack off the Gandy Bridge at lunchtime on Saturday, 2 November. You arrived home for chores and leftovers for supper, the news and “Bones” and “NCIS”. You even forgot to bring in the MacAir, which you never chose to use until this morning while Carol is at a First Watch breakfast with her friends. Those are the highlights. It has been a good break for you; keeping those fingers from tapping the keys. – Amorella

         0909 hours. I haven’t looked at my email either what with the busy and fun days. Ellie is sitting on the footstool. She does not like riding in the car and yesterday was no exception. Each cat craves affection but each is private in its demonstration. Ellie had enough and is now sitting in the Asian-styled chair by the front window. Who knows where the other two are this time of day. I feel like taking a nap until Carol arrives home.

         Later, dude. Post. Amorella


         Mid-afternoon. You are at Kroger’s on Tylersville and Cox waiting for Carol to pick up essentials; this is after a late lunch at Chipotle/Panera after Carol had her hair ‘done’. Let’s work on Grandma Five. – Amorella

         1547 hours. I have to check back on the notes (which must have been weeks ago). I am one hundred or so words short, and I have no idea (anymore) how you wanted to expand it. – I found the paragraph in the 17 October posting.

         [All human beings live with their contradictions. To be honest one has no choice but to accept this as a fact of life. I cannot deny what is shown to me to be real. I need to think about this and find a way to apply it to Grandma 5. There is more to Grandma’s story than I am reporting.]

         You want to write in a ‘contradiction’  - Amorella

         I don’t know how to end the sentence, with a question mark or period?

         Let’s fill in with this: how to end a sentence. – Amorella

         You’re kidding.

         No. Here, I’ll show you. – Amorella

         1722 hours. We are home, and I have been attempting to tease something from between the lines but have only come up with a solar concept forty words in circumference.

         You did not let me show you thinking you can do this by yourself. – Amorella

         I am drained and tired Amorella. Later, perhaps, you can show me then.

         We will complete Grandma Five tonight or in the morning. Post boy. - Amorella

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