Notes - a Cincinnati baseball game with Gary /

        Yesterday was spent having the extra work on the inside and outside the car at Joseph Toyota on Colerain (northwest Cincinnati) and about dusk you picked up the car at Eclipse Window Tinting on Route 42 below Reading. This morning you took the 2013 Camry loaner back to Joseph. Carol had her Blue Ash luncheon; she had a salad, you had half a peanut butter with raisins on a slice of wheat and a strawberry yogurt lite. Lunch yesterday was better as it was lasagna, salad and splitting a tiramisu for dessert at Olive Garden. The two dollar coupon helped but not much.

         1627 hours. We were tired last night. Now, here we are at Kroger’s on Tylersville picking up Irish Spring bath soap, milk and bananas – and no doubt more, as Carol is not out yet. At least the rain has gone. It poured this morning. I’ll have to check the rain gauge in the flower garden. Women wear those short, loose boxer shorts into Kroger’s. One would think I wouldn’t notice such things but sometimes I do. It doesn’t take too much imagination; and I never have to use too much.

         This is because there was a time some years ago, the last time you went to a Reds baseball game; it was with Gary Popplewell and someone well known hit a home run out of the new ball park; it looked like it went right in the Ohio River. – Amorella

         Yes. I remember. I haven’t been to a ball game since. It is the only time I was in the new stadium; it was maybe a year old. I don’t remember whom the Reds were playing; it may have been Los Angeles. [I wrote about this in my notes some time ago.]

         You were walking into the stadium with Gary and you had these unannounced flashes from time to time during the game where you saw people without any clothes on. – Amorella

         1700 hours. We are home. That was so weird. I told Gary about it at the time. He smiled and made some comment about me needing more sex than I was getting; typical Gary. We laughed but it happened off and on (no pun intended) throughout the game and after; maybe ten to fifteen times. It was like a second each time, like a flash bulb had gone off. It was not the least bit erotic no matter what Gary suggested. I haven’t had that happen since. The event appeared real to me. I remember thinking that I wish I could have gone up to someone; a guy, and saying, ‘you aren’t circumcised are you?’ to see if I was right or not. These people were naked but their bodies were distorted slightly by where their clothes were. This may sound silly but I remember because the guy who wasn’t circumcised in the ‘flash’ had his penis in a somewhat pinched position and I had to take a second glance to tell for sure.  Again, the women were in a natural state and after a few minutes of thinking about it I just let it go. I ‘know’ in my head as I did then that it probably wasn’t real but why the nakedness appeared to take place and after it taught me a personal lesson in that it doesn’t make much difference whether people are naked or not. The body, the skin in particular, is still an outer dressing. This thought rambled on because I glanced at the nice looking forty-something with those loose black shorts on. (1714)

         [A possible explanation for the above event on 4 October 2013 post.]    

         Carol suggested Papa John’s for tonight and asked if you would rather have scrambled eggs instead. – Amorella

         I would choose Mason’s Papa John’s pizza over eggs every time, or at least most every time.  The manager, Homer, and I are FB friends now. He is a nice fellow. We love our pizzas.

         We can use the ‘nakedness’ episode in being Dead. Perhaps in chapter four. – Amorella

         I’ll never remember this. Wait. This is where we are. You know the observations weren’t real. It goes back to that faulty wiring somewhere in my head. Some people have seizers others have flashes of naked people. That’s how I see it and that is how I live with it.

         Post, boy. - Amorella