You and Carol had a good day yesterday. You
spent some quality time with Cathy and Tod then walked over to Aunt Patsy’s
house as Wendy had brought her home from assisted living for the afternoon.
After a good two-hour chat you left for Kim and Paul’s and after some time
decided to go to Max and Erma’s for supper after which you headed home for a
few chores then bed. – Amorella
0914 hours. I am waiting for the car
servicing at Joseph’s Toyota; it is a little early for the 15,000 mile check up
and tire rotation since we will be leaving on our trip Saturday, but better
early than late. We had 39.7 miles per gallon with a fill up at Flying J on the
way home – price was $3.259, twenty five cents cheaper than home. We
love our car. One never knows how it will be when buying a new car.
You have a tendency to misplace your phrases
and made a correction above; however normally this is an example of your usual
error --
“One
never knows when buying a new car how it will be.”
I have observed this enough over the years to
see this may be a part of the basic brain miss-wirings from your perspective.
This brings up one of the discussion questions Aunt Patsy brought up yesterday.
She had been talking about how it was growing up with a mother who demanded
perfection in school from her children – nothing less than E’s (excellent), and
how she was seen as not as perfect as her older brother, your father. Then she
mentioned how your father was really upset upon coming home from the war and
the liberation of the prison camp to find his four-year old son picking
imaginary coins off a tree down at Westerville Park and putting them in a can. She said he was furious, very upset upon observing this. Because
you can remember the incident vividly you told Aunt Patsy that you were picking
the coins off a wall at home, and you were not at the park. You also said you
were putting the coins in a can to take uptown to buy a milkshake at Dews, but
that heading uptown was part of the pretend, that you know there were no coins
but that you were learning to count and that after you walked uptown you would
walk back knowing you were not really going to buy a milkshake with coins that
did not exist. – Amorella
1025. I am home. Dad was furious, very
loud. He was quite upsetting and I didn’t like him yelling at Mother, let alone
yelling. People didn’t yell in our house until he got home from the Army. In
fact, everything was civilized and orderly then once he arrive home we got a
car and drove places and he fished and hunted and worked at Borden Hamilton
near downtown Columbus across from the old Fort Hayes. My world was not the
same. I remember people saying I should be put in a mental institution and I
was confused because I could think and was learning words and pretending to
read. What did I need a mental place for; I already had my mentalities. This
was spoken about at home on Park and Knox and at my grandparents at Walnut and
Knox several times. I never understood the commotion but I remember the words
and I remember thinking, ‘What are they talking about? I was pretending. Didn’t
they know what pretending was? Why are these big people like this? I decided to
try to avoid them whenever possible.’ – Wow. Where did this come from? That’s
the way I saw it though. – rho
Then you began sitting in the closet. When
you mentioned that to Aunt Patsy yesterday she thought that was quite odd and
you said that you liked to sit in the dark closet, dangle your feet on the low
shelf or box you were sitting on, and watch the light roll in from under the
closet door. – Amorella
1141 hours. I did. It was quite
pleasurable to sit in the dark in the quiet and watch the light roll in and up
from under the door. It was a fun, calm experience. I don’t know why Mom is
always asking me to come out. She is polite and calm and eventually I do come
out because her voice is interrupting the quiet; I come out and we go
about our business – she reads a book in her chair and I sit on the floor
playing with a toy or drawing or coloring – trying to keep in the lines. That’s
the way it is, or rather, the way it was. – rho
Post. – Amorella
1149 hours.
Recollections are interesting sometimes but I don’t like to think about them. It
does no good. I am glad those days are long gone. Aunt Patsy brought up other
things about other people and told her own stories. Everybody listened even
though I think it was partly out of politeness. I did give Aunt Patsy and kiss
on the forehead when we left and thanked her very much for writing and sending
me that special birthday poem. We are both writers and we see the world in our
own particular ways. Writing is one of our bonds. I am sorry about Uncle Ernie
but I think she will be okay. She has her friends and family and special
interests still. Good for her.
Mid-afternoon. Late lunch at Panera/Chipotle
and a stop at Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery Road for essentials after a stop at
Walmart for a Shark Pet Perfect handheld cordless vacuum and cat litter.
1552 hours. I was looking for the
18volt but 16 seems okay to me. I’ll take the vacuum back if it isn’t. Time to
work on Grandma 5.
1740
hours. I am feeling good having just completed Grandma 5. I like it.
What about your readers? – Amorella
1742 hours. I hope they like it too.
If they don’t, they don’t. I don’t like lots of books. I am writing in the
fiction that I am. An honest fiction doesn’t care who reads it. That’s how I
see it. The book should care that it is honest and authentic fiction, and that
it is. I would tell this to an Angel directly and it would make not difference
than telling it to any other reader. My books are as real as I am. If a private
conscious life continues after physical death then I will continue to be in two
places at once, at least my heartansoulanmind will be. As I like a fiction then
I might as well be living it; this might be the other way around but I know
what I mean.
Isn’t this rather self-centered and selfish
boy? – Amorella
Probably, but I share myself willingly.
Post. - Amorella
2208 hours. ‘Post boy’ makes me think of paperboy. In both cases I think
of myself as a delivery boy more than anything else. One I delivered what was
in my hands, the other, I, actually also deliver what is in my hands. Rather
funny to think on, but not too much. Time for a little music from the Internet
before bed.
1813 hours. I have cut Pouch 5 to some
800 words. Perhaps I can salvage some of this. What do you think Amorella?
We can set this between Yermey and Pyl but
it will change drastically from what it is. – Amorella
1815 hours. I don’t know. What are
your thoughts for the segment?
Later, boy. Time for your break. – Amorella
You
had cereal and a semi-nuked piece of bakery bread with peanut butter and
raisins for supper. You watched “Falling Stars” and “Extant” then you both
watched NBC News and “Manhattan” before calling it a night. – Amorella
2202 hours. I have a little bit to go
on “Falling Stars”. “Extant” only
has one more episode. I think the conclusions on both are going to be lame. Kim
is coming tomorrow; bringing Ellie for a couple months. We are having lunch
then Carol goes to the doctor for sinus problems and Kim heads home. Tomorrow
is soon enough to work on Pouch 5. It would be rather nice if I could complete
chapter five before we go on our trip, but it is no big deal if we do not. I
don’t want to forget my computer like I did a couple of years ago. I am looking
forward to seeing the Rock and Roll Museum again. It is always enjoyable.
Post, boy. – Amorella
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