This Sunday morning you had breakfast and
read the Comics. Since, you have been puttering with changing the blog drafting
from Word to Page but after several tries have given it up. – Amorella
My habits are set. Page used to be simpler from my perspective but
I will continue to stick with Word for drafting because the layout is easier to
deal with. I also will not put blog drafting on the iCloud (which Page did
automatically). Some of this computer Cloud business is going to have to wait
until next week when I can ask for Paul’s help in straightening it out.
Documents are too difficult to edit on iPhone, but I can and will continue to
use them on the iPad. Outside of security I don’t see why I need to use iCloud
for the iPhone either. Time to go finish the paper. (1101)
Mid-afternoon. You just had your Subway
picnic at the Carl A. Rahe Park, your usual spot along the Little Miami at
Foster. You are thinking about the red fall leaves of the Ash and how, east of
Moscow their Ash trees are being subjected to the same insects. Within five
years or so most all of the Ash trees in Ohio have been lost to the emerald ash
borer. – Amorella
1449 hours. The trees are dying or dead east of Moscow, Ohio too,
but I am being redundant. Carol is on page 318 of Grisham’s Racketeer.
This is a very pleasant sunny Autumn afternoon – cool, with cars rolling by
about two hundred yards to our west and a small plane rumbling low overhead, no
doubt getting ready to land down at Lunken Field, and we have the smell of
firewood drifting in from not too far away – a mild day in October.
We have the time to work on Pouch Five. Once
home you are both back to cleaning out closets (throwing away very old worn
clothes that for you are too big). Carol is working on her large closet – with
most of her clothes in much better shape though you periodically send the
better batches off to the Vets and/or Goodwill or the like. Carol is ready to
go. Later, dude. – Amorella
1839 hours. Carol’s walk in closet is much better and all of my
clothes are either on Mom’s old hat rack which I use to hank my pants or on the
back of the bedroom door or in Kim’s old north closet, her east closet still
holds a lot of her stuff which will be transferred to their new house next
summer or fall. This winter I need to work on the basement and get rid of most
of my old books and stuff that is of no importance to anyone but me. One day
though I would like to set up a new dedicated computer, the latest X-Plane 10+
software, pedal controllers, rudder and yoke to relearn the Cessna flight
simulation in the corner of a room.
You and Carol watched more television shows
still catching up on about half of them – “Zero Hour” and “Covert Affairs” are
two you are working on besides “NCIS”, “NCIS Los Angeles” and others. Plus the
week’s focus is preparing for the Florida trip on Thursday. – Amorella
2238 hours. I forgot that the beginning of Pouch 5 is a rather
intimate reflection into Yermey and his 500 year old body.
In here the brain and mind are two very
different existential aspects of living. Even for the Dead the fusion of brain
and mind in memory allow the body to ‘feel’ real at times – graduated feelings
of course, but in life they are graduated feelings also. The body does not have
a mind of its own but it would like to have one very much. The place where the
spiritual (heartansoulanmind) and physical world intersect is a perception of
reality. This is a fine line Merlyn walks, and you too for that matter, as long
as your fingers run the keyboard. Fiction in this case is a mirrored perception
threaded by yours truly, Amorella.
2250 hours. You are so embedded within Amorella I cannot image
being Dead (at least in the realms of the settings of the Merlyn books) without
having you present somewhere within my heartansoulanmind. How would that be for
a more personalized Grandma Story?
So, how would it be constructed in a word,
boy? – Amorella
“HeartAmSoulorMindella” comes to mind.
Here is the way I place the word, boy: “AmorHeartanSoulanMindella.” - Amorella
2257 hours. I am unworthy.
Indeed. Who is? – Amorella
You
have no words here, orndorff. In here “AmorHeartanSoulanMindella” is how I perceive
each and every human-like being. That’s the way it is in here. Post. – Amorella
This is a comfort. I rest in peace with such a thought.
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