Notes - surviving in the world / 'love' misused /

         Shortly after noon. You and Carol had your walk in the park the over to McD’s by King’s Island for a couple Cokes and two chocolate chip cookies. Home to change cars because you are not supposed to put the windows down in the Avalon for a week or two so the tinting can ‘bake’ in. Last night you talked to Craig and Alta about their upcoming trip to your house, now on the twenty-first of the month. You are excited to see them. This morning upon awakening you had a thought on all those naked people and wondered if it was a flash of memory from seeing those terrible photographs from the Concentration Camps your father had put in hiding but that you found when you were in the fifth or sixth grade. You will never forget the shock of seeing those piles of you did not know what until a second time when you rumbled through them and realized these were piles of naked dead people and naked people standing in lines unknowingly for fatal showers. You feel that these could have been mixed up in memory and for some reason the crowd at the ball park triggered those films of the Nazi political rallies and your mind and imagination put them together unconsciously and the ‘memory flash’ became as a reality within an imaginary nightmare to unsettling to comprehend at a Cincinnati Reds baseball game along the river. – Amorella

         1247 hours. I did have those thoughts this morning but I put them out of mind. What you have written above seems more plausible than some sort of short circuit wiring in the brain. I guess I am very loose minded and not as forgetful unconsciously as I am consciously. It could be. I know the nakedness was not real exactly, even though it appeared to be real. Lots of things appear to be real in my head that are not, but these quirks lend themselves to writing stories in any case.

         They do. No harm in that as far as I can see, orndorff. You have the Honda to clean up. More later, Post. – Amorella

         Talking to you makes the world a more comfortable place to survive in, Amorella. I deeply appreciate you.

         More than words, boy. No need to even ‘think’ it. - Amorella

         You and Carol have been cleaning up the garage as well as the Honda inside. She just washed the rubber mats and cleaned the carpet underneath as well as the trunk. You also checked the new trunk with some luggage and it looks like it will all fit. You also checked with Joseph Toyota to make sure your pre-collision system is ON, which it is. Eventually, you’ll go out for lunch.

         1428 hours. We love our 05 Honda too. I am going to get the car to an inside/outside cleaning and detailing and then the paint touched up. Keep it looking more and more like a classic, which as it gets older, will be.

         What you mean to say is that you appreciate the engineering, comfort and utility of both automobiles. – Amorella

         1434 hours. I overused the word ‘love’ here correct?

         No, boy. You misused it. – Amorella

         We don’t have enough words.

         The words you have aren’t used respectfully. At least ‘fuck’ is used for what it means. You got that, young man? – Amorella

         I do. Appreciate is better, at least in context. I remember the Greek word for love has three different words for context. English does not.

         Why do you think that is, boy? The language is full of descriptive detail words for ‘things’ yet love is what it is. – Amorella

         I don’t know, Amorella. Sometimes I find the problem exasperating.

         Post. - Amorella