Notes - morning / Jeanie / Ch 19 edit / credit /

         Late morning. While Carol is getting her hair cut and styled you completed your forty minutes of exercises and are back on you original weights. You lost several pounds according to Dr. B. and she wants you to return to metformin since your kidneys are at a 1.3 level. She says you will lose more with them; at least that is how you remember it. – Amorella

         1109 hours. The key word here is “‘how’ I remember it.” I discount the loss of six pounds or so because six pounds is nothing. I am staying under 300 though – this is from a guy who weighed 230 in high school. That was fifty-five years ago. For a decade or two I weighed between 330 and 350, then for a year or so I weight 390 to 400. Three ninety-eight to four hundred was the top. Then I had my stomach clamped in the Spring of 2004. Mostly since I have been under 300, even down to 275 but I never stayed there. In ten years it is up into the 290’s. So, six pounds is next to nothing. Carol just returned. I have to buy wet pads to do the bathroom and kitchen floors.

         Post, and get on with your errands and chores, boy. - Amorella

         You just received some sad news. One of your old best friends at Otterbein is in a nursing home, she can say a few words but has little memory of her life. She has devoted husband and daughter. You are rightfully sad, but you are thankful a mutual dear old friend of hers, Sandy Z. shared the news. – Amorella

         1158 hours. I saw the photo in Otterbein Towers – there in the right corner of the first row of the Class of 1964, sat Sally, Jeanie and Sandy – three best friends from college days and perhaps even before. Jeanie appeared to be in a wheelchair, so I inquired. I had no idea. I have delightful memories of Jeanie, but not always so delightful ones about myself in those days. This is very sad in my heart.

         Ideal perfection does not exist, but you know that. Later, my friend. Post. - Amorella

         You stopped at Walmart; Carol suggested Cracker Barrel for lunch. She called Kim and you are taking them to lunch about noon on Saturday. Presently you are at Barnes and Noble and you are ready to work on Chapter Nineteen. Once you have a couple more of these chapters down we will return to Chapter Two, Book two for its completion. – Amorella

         1412 hours. I have no words.

         Later. - Amorella

         1636 hours. Chapter Nineteen is now cleaner. Such errors. How could I never see them? How many more do I not see? When my graduate advisor at Bowling Green State University said, “Read the thesis backwards,” I was aghast. In those days there could be no errors and no corrections. Patty Pringle, Bob’s wife, typed my final thesis. I gave her money to do this. I could never get passed one page without an error on the keyboard. Patty was a professional at the time, working for a lawyer. I don’t to this day know how she did the work but it was accepted and I passed my orals on my own, without much help from my advisor. I remember he wanted his name on my paper for publication. I denied it because he had done nothing to warrant his name on my paper. The paper was never published which was just fine with me.

         That was rather arrogant of you, boy. There are unwritten rules in graduate schools. – Amorella

         1649 hours. I was too stubborn to see them. I’m sure he thought me impolite and inconsiderate. I still see . . ..

         What, boy? What do you see? – Amorella

         I see my name on the book cover and not your own. We both do the work.

         You give me credit. – Amorella

         Not on the cover.

         You give me outright credit within. – Amorella

         1653 hours. I could not live with myself if I did not.

         Post. - Amorella