Notes - thoughts in cycles? /

         You had a large breakfast of pancakes, eggs, milk and two leftover donut holes. Brennan walked in from the balcony with that indeterminate, pursed lip, somewhat sarcastically tipped, silent Orndorff smile Grandfather, David, and you have. This is the only Orndorff trait you have seen.

         1244 hours. We spent about forty minutes in the pool. It is warm and partly cloudy otherwise it would be hot. The Gulf appears to be at high tide or close to it. We had Subway six-inch subs and chips for lunch as tonight with Bill and Linda we are suggesting a return trip to the Conch Republic for dinner.

         1311 hours. Kim and I have been lounging in the sun on the balcony for twenty minutes or so watching a thirty something lady netting for some kind of shelled delight for supper I imagine. It is still partly cloudy but a lot warmer than an hour or so ago. Very placid tint of green water in the Gulf plus half a dozen pleasure/fishing/work boats out and about between a quarter and half mile out. Six to eight dolphin were heading south this morning – we haven’t observed any this afternoon. Paul, Owen and Brennan are taking a nap and otherwise all seems well in this little part of the world. I worry a bit about Uncle Ernie though. He has been such a good man to me my entire life. I am sad about his bouts with cancer and heart problems. Growing old I think is not so easy. It cannot be fun being internally nibbled at during the last year or so of life. My joints ache from time to time, today the arthritis sets in my swelling hands. One day I will need to dictate my notes and books if I don’t finish before hand. I don’t know how it would be dictating Amorella’s written voice. I don’t like to think about it because I would miss the silence most of all. I don’t like to hear my own voice drone on and on. Thoughts though are pretty much unpreventable. No one is required to read them though, which is just as well, as I don’t think it is so natural to write them down either. Perhaps one could measure cycles of thoughts through the months and years, if there are cycles. I’m tired and need a nap.

         Post, old man. Drift to sleep with the slapping of the waves on sand.- Amorella