Last
night after supper you watched Monday night’s “Castle” and “The Jimmy Fallon
Tonight Show” as well as NBC News. Carol watched the Olympics. – Amorella
Late
afternoon. You pumped through your exercises today to thirty-five minutes
worth. Carol wanted to walk in the park but it was far too messy with melting
snow. She also wanted to go to Marx Bagels for lunch, which you did, splitting
a tuna fish deluxe on a raisin wheat bagel and two very good chocolate chip
cookies. You ate in the car with the window down watching traffic go by on
Kenwood Road in Blue Ash. Once home you worked on the Avalon’s gas mileage into
the U.S. Department of Energy (Energy Efficiency and Renewable Energy) website:
fueleconomy.gov.).
1744 hours. I began with the first fill up and presently the total
fuel average for some 8,000 miles is 34.2 according to the DoE. There are
eleven other 2013 Avalon Hybrids in the statistics. I like that they have lots
of volunteers who are keeping tabs on both old and new cars. Eventually it will
help them come to a better idea of how much mileage people get in the real
world. Most of our I divided 50/50 between city and highway driving since at
least once during a fill up we are to Columbus and back averaging about 220
miles and our local area is from Mason to Kenwood area, about fifteen to twenty
miles there and back.
You would be more accurate orndorff make it
35/65 it seems to me. – Amorella
This is a surprise.
It is an estimate orndorff do with it what
you will. – Amorella
I’ll go with it.
You watched NBC News while eating leftover roast beef and cooked
carrots, then after the news you watched the first half of Sunday night’s PBS –
“Murder on the Home Front”. You both like period pieces and this is a story
about a forensic investigator for the police and his secretary during the
London Blitz. You both are enjoying it, but Carol stopped to see the Olympics.
– Amorella
2027 hours. I like the show partly because I remember those 1940
styles. I saw them in the backs of family closets (instead of skeletons) in the
early fifties. I have time to work on Dead 19 so I might as well get to it.
I
have skimmed through chapter 19 and what comes to mind for a theme word is
“Ferryman” or something of the sort. I do not see a connection in the four
other than Merlyn himself. Or, I suppose ‘Criteria’ though it is also a
character’s name. Further reading Criteria appears to be a good choice for a
variety of reasons.
Criteria it is. – Amorella
2105 hours. I have Dead 19 and I like it better.
By all means drop it in and post. – Amorella
***
(final)
The Dead 19 ©2014, rho GMG.One
I
am open-minded and ready, thinks Merlyn in present day. More than twelve
hundred earth years have passed since this endlessly unexpected druidic union
occurred.
Oily
muscular memories stay slipperier-and-faster-and-slippery still, and a little
wiser smiled great Merlyn's ghost, whose hard-bodied memories of hers-an-mine
or mine-an-hers?
An
unexpected fusion, a we that was
neither here nor there, stays a hurricane force in a funnel narrow – past,
future and present tensed; a wonderment bordering on all that is nature there
and here – a reality that has birthed a multitude of universes.
Muscle-like
in contraction and expansion – slippery we
flow, greasing the wheels of unseen cars and chariots of undetermined spirits –
the forces of nature that stir the universal cooking pots that grow a life
unlike their own, a life that gives birth and dies and rises again as the
simplest of the four elements we
glean as water.
Water
that is seen simpler still, invisible to the periodic table of even the
elements. Such things the mind grasps from whirlwind in heartansoul to
soulanheart and out.
*
I
am the grass, thinks Vivian, to be laid out upon and loved like Mother Earth
herself. A clover sprouts to wait upon the honeybee while I await the
anticipation of the flesh-driven plow. Why is this so in his eyes? I am fleshy, furrowed and ready. Old Merlyn drives me
down; through what magic is this that he is not made ready for young and hot
thoughts too many years undiscovered? For what is, that I am not earthy and
worthy enough?
Why
the excitement, thinks a full-memoried Merlyn. She is focusing on my wants but
I wonder on this young druidess’ needs. With a body full of hands she reaches
for intimacy. She’ll not embrace to discover my physical self this way. I know
the sensitivity of these many small muscular controls manhood appears to thrive
on. To be stiff is not to be anointed and controlled. Only deep suggestive
powers can add to the subliminal artifacts within the we. She will not have me naked today were she to run her wet lips
over the bone of my contention. A contention nuzzled between heart and soul
rather than between a natural runner’s two thighs to heel and toe bones.
I
will not abandon my duty to self; to resist the natural powers beckoning when
it is I a small kernel of nature with will of my own to be a conduit not a
bridge to be walked upon and over by kings and queens. Jackals are as eager as
this young druidess is, to open and close the windows of my natural order. She
works on brain, bone; muscle and nerves; feeding flesh to flesh to heat the
mind that I have turned about – I am soul first, then heart, then mind. I
cannot be penetrated any more than she will be. She stirs in the wrong pot.
Strongly souled yet nakedly walled Merlyn
challenged his heart to bind and cement the wholeness of his inner nature of
the metaphysical frame. Merlyn lay intertwined with womanwe on the grass. Earth, Air, fire and
water is beyond the world of counting moments.
Vivian suddenly realizes her hands are
pinning Merlyn’s arms to the ground and while the muscles were tense a
distraction occurred; he appears as stone, a sleeping rock with her fixing
herself atop him with both their robes clothing the next further intimacy. She
smiles as this calculated lovemaking is fun and games; which it is not. She releases her hands’ pressure, but
he lies as the grass beneath him.
Merlyn’s
soul grabs from his heart’s classical memory the following line, “I, Anaximenes
of Miletus, say, ‘Just as our soul, being
air, holds us together, so do breath and air encompass the whole world.’”
*
Caught
off guard Vivian freezes her eyes in his sight and in a bolt of lightning says,
"Great Merlyn has no soul, thus this great Merlyn has no heart."
*
Suddenly
awake and startled, Vivian rises from what was Merlyn saying, “You are a
despicable old man, a fart of air. I should never have adored you even once.”
*
Merlyn
continued to lie relaxing in the color green of blades, "Be gone then, my
beautiful Druidess Vivian, and leave me hard to my night’s rest."
***
2128 hours. The Brothers 19 went quickly. I
found myself within the lines.
Add and post. No more tonight boy. Relax, go
listen to your music. – Amorella
***
(final) The
Brothers 19 ©2014, rho GMG.One
Robert drove up West Main passed the
Hanby House then left on Grove passed John Knox College towards the north
entrance of John Knox Cemetery in the 350 Lexus sedan. He turned left on West
Walnut and left into his brother's driveway. Not much original going on in our
town these days, he thought, as we are practically surrounded by Columbus.
Cincinnati touches the Ohio and Cleveland beaches Erie, but nothing stops
Columbus from gobbling the rest of the state. Ordinary and Ohio go together.
This is the way we are.
Robert
smiled upon seeing Lady’s long eyelashes dusting the diamond-shaped
windowpanes. I should have brought Jack with me; they would have enjoyed each
other’s company. He walked to the door, gave a quick knock and entered.
“I’m
upstairs,” shouted Richard.
“It’s
been a few days,” said Rob climbing the steps. “What have you been up to?”
“Not
much.
“Going
by the Hanby House I was thinking about the abolitionists. This was big in the
Underground Railway, several well known conductors lived here, but the town’s
pretty much lost its identity except uptown and the streets closest to the
college; the small town we grew up in.”
“Yeah.
That’s the way it is, Robert. Do you want a beer?”
“I’ll
take the beer.” He rubbed his chin, “What do you think if we had beards?”
Richard
chuckled, “Like the Smith Brothers?”
“Can
you still get their cough drops? I haven’t seen them in years.”
“I
don’t know.”
Robert
paused then asked, “What’s the matter with your set?”
“Nothing,”
replied Richard. “I was thinking about the on/off button and then about how the
real off button is a pulled plug.
Rob
smirked, "One is a button on the set the other dangles from the back like
a tail.”
“The
tail is the power supply,” said Richard, “but if you were a television set you
would think the power supply is always available.”
“The
heart’s our power supply, Richie. We've got nothing to plug in.” Both laughed.
“Human
beings have passion, that's as important as the heart, don't you think?”
suggested Richard.
Robert
chuckled. “We are nothing but a self-reflective biochemical mass.”
“I
agree completely.”
“No
high tech machines are we. We are self-starters born in a puddle of biochemical
wattage,” continued Rob.
“Okay,”
said Richard. “Here’s the thing though, why do we feel connected to the
cosmos?”
Robert
pouted saying, “It is the essence of what we are. It is built into psyches.”
“And
into our genes.”
“Our
genes are our psyches, Richie. It’s only bio-chemical makeup.”
Richard
quipped, “We are genetically predisposed."
Without
the slightest hint of doubt, Robert responded, “We are pre-programmed to have
our doubts.”
“We
are our own genes, doubts and all.”
Rob
added, “As are our wives their own genes.”
Richard
paused then commented, “We are mostly poor mirrored duplicates in the species
Homo sapiens.” For a short moment he stared at the unplugged television, then
he continued, “We human beings are more analogous with the television than the
computer. We are social centers, or at least it used to be. Earth is our
gathering place, as the home's hearth, villages, towns and cities used to be.”
Robert
kept to his track, "We are but weeds, Richie. Nothing more. Yesterday we
were looking at the foliage in the back yard and Connie said we ought to get
rid of the honeysuckle because it isn't a native. I replied, 'Neither are
we.'"
"That
doesn't make us weeds though," countered Richard.
"I
think it does, Dickie. We act like we are weeds. We take over what is really
native in the world and manipulate it to our own liking."
"We
are native too, as far as the world is concerned."
"So
are weeds by any other name," replied Robert.
“I
do agree that people are more like televisions than computers. I would like to
think we are also computer-like in that we are creators and designers.”
Robert
spied the wireless router on the floor below the window. “Why do you have your
router on the floor?”
“So
people can’t pick up the signal so easily.”
“You
got it secured?”
“Of
course Rob,” sighed Richard.
Robert
smiled, “What did we ever do without the Internet?”
Richard
added, “Or our cell phones.”
“Long
ago, human beings only had their dreams,” commented Robert.
"In
our youth we had our imagination and our games.”
Robert
added somberly, "We played cause and effect with observational
errors."
"We
still do," responded Richard.
Robert's
natural smile with a hint of a smirk rose to the occasion, "So does each,
our sister-in-law.”
A
matrimonial statement from Richard follows, "This is a good reason to go
down and get those beers." Both chuckled but Richard had the last word.
***
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