Late
afternoon. You are sitting at McD’s on Mason-Montgomery Road. Carol is on page
17 of Harlen Coben’s Stay Close. You just wished Sandy Justice (your
oldest friend who is a girl) a Happy Birthday. Somewhere in this blog is a
photo of her and you in the fourth grade class, shot at Minerva Park Elementary
School on Cleveland Avenue in the Westerville School District. Old mutual
friend, John Douglas Goss, is also in the photo. There is also a photo of you
and Sandy on your last breakfast date in 2010 (Bob Evans, Westerville), the
weekend of your Fiftieth High School Reunion. You have only good thoughts and
memories when it comes to Sandy. You feel blessed that you have a few very good
old friends in life. – Amorella
1627 hours. I do.
2118 hours. Not much on my mind but old friends. Growing older is
an adventure but is like being Santa Claus in a way. All the memories are
presents for one’s self and being older you become the bag or you carry the
bag. I carry the bag lightly. I told Sandy that we don’t grow old until we are
91, until then we are in middle age. I die before I’m 91 and I die young. Sandy
suggested the concept last summer or perhaps earlier. It is a good concept I
didn’t accept until today.
Earlier you and Carol had a light supper of
peanut butter on warmed Kroger Baker wheat bread. Earlier you had a ‘Sunday
dinner’ Cracker Barrel style. Before that you did your exercises and still feel
better for it. The area, like so many others in the Eastern United States had
the effects of a massive ice storm, fortunately it wasn’t so bad where you are.
You watched two more episodes of “White Collar” and are almost up to date. Carol
is upstairs reading her book and you are about to go up and listen to some
music on the earphones while you catch up on some magazine reading. You loved
the December issue of Popular Science as it has major new gadgets that hit (or
are about to) the shelves this year. These new things excite you and help pull
you along into the future. You feel good about your life so far; nothing wrong
with that boy. Another day, another week, another month and perhaps another
year or longer, at present you are fine with it, and wish everyone well no
matter who they are and where they live. – Amorella
We all share the same planet and same air; that has to
account for something.
Post. - Amorella
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