Carol
is off to breakfast with Ann F. and you have an eye appointment in an hour or
so. You are thinking this ‘writing experiment’ needs to come to a close, at
least online because you are finding you are repeating yourself year after year
with little to show for it. – Amorella
0848 hours. I would have thought that in twenty-five years
if I was going discover something about the thoughts that roll about in my head
that I would have discovered it. I sail on but the wind is about out of me as
far as new thoughts for stories are concerned. I am taking my time retreading
the old Merlyn tires. I enjoy it but see no reason to rush as this re-writing
and editing gives me pleasure when nothing else is going on. With most people –
there is always something coming up or to do or to get done before tomorrow or
by the end of the week; we are no different. Retirement is good. We have a good
life.
Yesterday’s
post about a new set of headphones pretty much takes the cake as far as
redundancy is concerned. The headphones do bring up a consideration though.
Sometimes my ears don’t hear as well as they used to. However, with further
listening last night, particularly to three segments of music, general blue
grass on Get Radio, Traveling Wilbury-like music (station) and Woody
Guthrie-like music (station) on Pandora the lyrics had a clarity I had not
heard in a long time. Each word was as a piece of crystal. I listened carefully
enjoying the instrumentation and the vocal on two levels at once, almost as if
I were grading a research paper, following content and grammar on two levels at
once (with the grammar aspect of the grade always lagging behind a second or so
after the content aspect of the grade. This was quite refreshing. Such
wonderful lyrics and music of real life-like stories – human stories versed and
packaged (usually) with acoustical background. My ears danced in the common
humanities. Refreshment for the soul, that’s what it is.
This is good to get it off your chest, old man.
Now it’s time to focus on the vision. Get cracking, boy. – Post. Amorella
Later in the afternoon. You watched most of a drama on the
Sundance anytime channel. Very good so far, I have to see how it finishes –
will she (young English woman) stay with the man she has been living with or go
to Italy and live with the man of her dreams, her second cousin who is a
geologist who lost his leg while working in South Africa, setting 1958. The
title is “Dreaming (Proper Noun)”. Carol arrived. Your sister Cathy called –
everyone is getting together on the 29th because Jeffrey will be in
town. Jeffrey is Kim’s cousin, your sister, Gretchen’s, son. Presently you are
at McD’s on Mason-Montgomery Road watching traffic. Carol had a hot coffee and
you had hot chocolate. You are also driving the Honda for a change. - Amorella
1625 hours. Fuel is $2.99 a gallon. I should fill this up
but it only has a little over a hundred miles on it. No problems with my eyes
this morning except I have a cataract. It is not time to schedule an operation
though. So far, the ophthalmologist says, that my exercises and medicine has
kept my eyes from realizing that I have diabetes. Such deceptions. Surely my
eyes (being in the brain) realize I am diabetic.
A stop at Kroger’s on the way home and the
cats are being fed and you have the litter stations to clean. Dusk is moving
in. – Amorella
1716 hours. Time for me to work some more on Pouch 8.
1731
hours. Pouch 8 is completed. It is better than it was, but I’m sure it could be
better still.
Yes, it could. Add and post. – Amorella
***
(final) Diplomatic
Pouch 8 ©2013, rho, for GMG.One
Pyl, Justin and Blake completed their plans for the
day. The date could be seen on the front page of the March 1, 2012 Cleveland Plain Dealer located on the
breakfast table next to Blake. A
little more than a month had gone by since the Carlson sisters attempt to
purchase the Williams’ Cessna 210 Silver Eagle. Pyl was reading the local
section of the paper; an article about the Chardon School shooting, Justin
glanced over the sport's page focusing on the loss of the Cavaliers to the
Knicks with the final score, 120 to 103 now that their scheme was set.
What
a weird month, thought Blake. People come in out the blue wanting to buy the
plane; we tell them we don't want to sell and they leave without another word.
I would have thought they would have at least sent an email thanking us for
their afternoon ride to Put-in-Bay and back. Nothing. "I'd like to get
some flight time today. The weather is going to be worse with thunderstorms the
next couple of days. I can get some instrument time in what with the weather
mix and cloud cover." Blake focus on the back page, the weather page which
announced that the mostly cloudy sky would produce light snow showers which
would change to rain; and that the light west wind would be coming from south
instead, giving a high of 42 degrees, even the night temperature was to stay
above freezing. Blake surmised in a mumble, “We can take the plane up around
noon.”
"You
just want to see the sun, Blakie, not that I blame you," commented Pyl. “Our
other plans can wait. It's depressing." I have a pile of clothes to wash,
she thought, and added, "I wouldn't mind going along. Do you want to come
Justin?"
"No,"
sighed Justin. "I'm reading a couple Car
and Driver magazines. We've been back up here only a couple of days and I'm
getting bored. This weather doesn't help. I'm ready to go home." He
thought, I love the Jennifer cookies at On the Rise though. They are always
worth the trip up here, and we can take a dozen home with us. With cookies it’s
never a completely worthless trip.
Blake
commented, "You'll like the Car and
Driver articles on the Shelby and the Viper. You can read them any time.
I'm bored too, Justin, that's a good reason to get up above the clouds with us
if you like," smiled Blake.
***
Noon.
Ship stirred, and jolted Yermey with a slight shock. "The Cessna is
up."
"Take
us to her," grumbled Yermey. His old eyelids stayed sleep shut, resisting
the reality of the moment. "Wake up, Friendly."
"Captain
has us already underway."
"When
will we be in contact?"
"Ten
minutes," replied Ship matter-of-factly.
Yermey
slowly stood up then slid himself into a jumpsuit. He rubbed his forehead
rather harshly, shook his head to refresh and thought what are we about to do?
He
knew, of course. The three had carefully decided that the next time the plane
was in the air they would take the plane into a controlling declared
advisement, first by suspending physics and place the plane aboard Ship with
the three Earthlings inside.
Yermey
walked into Friendly's control room, said hello, scratched the back of his
head, and asked, "How many are aboard?"
"All
three, replied Friendly.
"Are
we really going through this?" asked Hartolite. "Wouldn't it be more
polite to first say, hello, again as
fellow Earthlings?"
Suddenly
Friendly ordered, "Change circumstance," and Ship froze about half a
mile to the starboard side of the Silver Eagle and flying parallel to the
Cessna 210 with blackenot on. Less than ten seconds later they were parallel at
a quarter mile. "I say we down the plane at a private field in the area
and speak them on their own ground."
Ship,
having bio-computerize a virtual Cessna in true environment circumstance
internally responded quickly, "A flat and vacant country road four miles
south. I can mimic engine trouble. The pilot will have no choice but to
land."
"Good!"
said Yermey as he slapped his thigh joyfully. "We wing it."
"We
improvise?" questioned Hartolite. "All of our stratagem, and now we
improvise?"
"Let
Ship settle them safely and unaware of our presence. Spontaneity has an open
honesty to it. Keep traffic clear, she further ordered. "Land us ten yards
from them."
Ship
replied confidently, "As you wish." The three marsupial-humanoids
stood with equanimity and watched the maneuvering begin. The first formal
contact with Earthlings will begin on a lonely flat township road near an Amish
farm in south Ashtabula County northeast of Cleveland.
•••
You had leftovers for supper and watched
last night’s “Major Crimes” and tonight’s “NCIS”. You also cleaned up chapters
seven and eight and placed them in the Word Final doc and the Page Final doc.
Out of the blue, a moment ago you typed the theme word for chapter nine as
‘opportunity’. I have no objection. – Amorella
2203 hours. I have not even gone over the chapter
Amorella. It was a flash – mind to fingertips.
The twenty-five year ‘automatic writing
experiment’ carries on. Good night, orndorff. Post. – Amorella
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