You had a busy morning running errands air
for the tires as it is cooler, to the vet’s to find Spooky no longer have
roundworms and you bought a tail pipe end piece and attached it to the car;
then you mowed most of the lawn with Carol helping by mowing the north and southwest
sides. The new grass is also coming up well for which you both are delighted.
You had a late lunch at Potbelly’s in Kenwood. Carol drove in and you drove
back. Presently you are sitting in the shade facing west in the centermost
section of Rose Hill Cemetery. Carol is beginning Chapter Six of Stuart Woods’
Bel-Air Dead. It is a fine autumn afternoon with lawnmowers running in the
distance. Tomorrow you are going to Westerville to have lunch out with Cathy
and Tod and you will no doubt stop to see Kim, Paul and the boys after and
perhaps staying overnight and returning Friday. Plans for David and Marsha fell
through until mid November after your return from Florida.
1547 hours. It will be nice when we
can roll down the car windows. We are supposed to wait a minimum of a week for
the tint to set. The new radar detector works fine even with all the windows
tinted. It is certainly more sensitive than our old one was. I like the way the
GPS works – it remembers false X band locations so as not to sound the alarm. I
don’t remember what the [X K Ka V 8] wavelength frequencies bands are though
one is a 360-degree laser beam. It doesn’t really make too much difference
since when I hear a signal and slow down if need be. I can really check this out
tomorrow. I’m sure we are going to be making more trips to the Columbus area. A
hybrid is much, much cheaper than selling and buying a new house no question
about it, and we enjoy the drive. Carol is on page 53. I really need to be
doing some proofing on Grandma 4.
You are home working on Grandma 4 and were
interrupted by a call from Kim who said she received her new iPhone so we can
go to Polaris (Shopping) for one for myself. Thus, it works out that as you
were going to Westerville tomorrow anyway you will meet Kim and the others at
Polaris between five thirty and six for dinner, then pick up your phone and
either then come home or stay overnight. Excitement is building for that
iPhone. – Amorella
1720 hours. The fun part is that we
were already coming up. Kim and Paul have an appointment with a financial
officer tomorrow afternoon, so maybe we can stop and see Aunt Patsy and Uncle
Ernie as well as Cathy and Tod.
Of course this ‘working out’ has a dark
construction also that flashed as you put the phone down with Kim. Here it is –
“This is
going to work out well, unless of course, it doesn’t. For instance we could
cause a terrible accident on the freeway and four or ten people are killed but
not us or Carol could die and not me. There are all kinds of terrible variables
that can be considered – the point is what appears to be good at the moment may
not be. I always think back to John Kennedy winning the Presidential election
in 1960. The good times of victory were for naught within less than full three
years in leadership. Real life.”
1730
hours. It is a sad thought but it rolled out almost before I put the
phone back on the hook.
2158 hours.
We watched last week’s “Elementary”, a fun and entertaining show. I finished
Grandma 4.
So you did. Here it is. Drop in and post. –
Amorella
***
Grandma
Story 4 ©2013 rho, (final) draft for GMG One
This
is Grandma. I caught the passion leak away on this particularly contrary
heartansoulanmind. Wexer has since disappeared among the Dead and no one who
notices knows what happened to him. When his once special woman's friend
discerned his utter lack of spiritual being she was surprised to find herself more
at peace.
Wexer
enjoyed debating most people, his spirit thrilled on a confrontation like a
pyromaniac's eyes bored into a roaring blaze. Once deadanliving, and finding
but one friend (she never disagreed) among the Dead he became profoundly bored.
His whiplash-and-biting-spirit-of-a-tongue fell into great desperation. Wexer
finally decided it was time to have a singular great internal debate between
his heart and mind, something he would have never thought to do in life. Wexer
knew the in's and out's of grammar and logic in his native language. He
believed himself sharper and cleverer. His slippery and restless spirit
concluded, 'I have never lost a debate and there is no way I can lose this one
as heart and mind are both my own.'
The
debate between his heart and mind focused on his singular woman friend who had
always agreed with him. Wexer's mind had become convinced that his friend was
pretending to agree, that she could not possibly agree with all his arguments
for or against one passion or another. Wexer's heart, on the other hand,
debated that the woman friend, his only friend among the Dead, did not disagree
with him because she loved him so terribly much. The deeper Wexer's spirit
whipped its arguments the less resolve Wexer discovered he had in coming to a
conclusion as to which was the winner, his heart or his mind.
Grandma sashays in doing a little calypso
dance in her bare feet, throws her hands over her head, twirls, and claps three
times. She smiles like the glow of a tropical sunset and whispered a secret, “I
just love these little freedom stories.”
What won, Wexer's mind or heart? Why did he disappear even among the
Dead? Why did his woman friend become more at peace with herself after Wexer's
spirit, his heartansoulanmind, disappeared from the scene? What do you think
happens when heart and mind battle to a stalemate? Hint: you can only answer
this with heartansoulanmind.
I have one more dead man's short story
here. This one balances out the first.
Another ancestor, a shaman of about
seven thousand years ago in the area of the Black Sea, stood by the fire one
cloudy dark night in summer and said, “I have a new story. This is about a man
who can be in two places at once while he is still alive. He can be standing
here like me, telling a story, and,” he pointed to his north, “be in the nearby
woods telling a story at the same time. How do you think he accomplishes this?”
This
invites the listener to give herorhis own plausibility and the shaman
discovered he could be enormously entertaining while being instructive; an
unsolvable mystery no one could decipher to everyone’s satisfaction. “How is it
possible for a person to be telling the same story in more than one place at
the same time?”
This
story was so popular that shamans throughout the world were soon asking the
question to their neighbors along the major world trade routes had been set
into motion because people wanted goods from far away places. People wanted
something valuable to keep for security, for peace of mind, and for the
pleasure of having material goods they did not already have. Storytelling
helped pass the time on the journeys from Asia to Europe and Europe to Africa
and from Africa to Asia. Some of the stories even migrated to the Americas.
This
particular storyteller created a mysterious set of written characters that
allowed the carving of the story line onto a tree. Other tribe members were
taught to read the runes, so it was possible for someone to be reading the
story in one place while it was being told at the same time in another place
entirely. Few could believe such a marvelous invention, but they soon
discovered belief wasn’t a part of the equation. Below is a representative
translation of what the shaman wrote.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Now the characters you can see
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Each as individual as you or me
Q, R, S, T, U, and V
Allow each us to remain free
W, X, Y, and Z
The beginning and the end carved on a
tree.
You see, from Grandma’s tongue, tooth
and gum
Some unfamiliar runes this way come.
***
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