Late mid-morning. You and Carol have been cleaning the upstairs and
once down you will ‘steam mop’ the kitchen floor first. – Amorella
1040 hours. It is ‘taxing’ but we are excited to
see Craig and Alta tomorrow.
Evening. You had another very late lunch, this time at Smashburgers.
Most of the day has been spent cleaning and reorganizing. You still have to go
to Kroger’s tonight. You have had your mind on a poem you wrote about an
angel’s well back in the mid-eighties. See if you can find it, it may be in a
spiral notebook from those days. – Amorella
1757 hours. I wrote my notes in pencil in those
days but I still have them. I don’t know why the poem seems important but now
it does (I remember that at the time it seemed to emerge from nowhere in my
head). Dr. Payne. my psychologist at U.C., order them to see if I may be a
multiple or dual personality. He later summarized that I was neither – by testing
or by his observation. I was afraid at the time that whatever was going on in
my head might be detrimental to my students’ learning. This was when several
students told me that I used three different handwriting forms when filling the
chalkboards with notes. I was so surprised to see this was actually true. I
could give (and still can’t) any rational reason (or any other) for it. My old
scripted notebooks show these same handwriting abnormalities also. Like
everything else, I learned to live with it and not to give it too much credence;
it was just a quirk. Today, of course, I rarely handwrite. (1804)
Post. – Amorella
2007 hours. We are
back from the grocery. I called Alta and they will be here at 11:30 after
spending tonight with old friends in Columbus. We got our first iPhone amber
alert on the drive to Kroger’s. It is a quite different sound and even flashed
the emergency alarm on the car interior dashboard. Earlier a man stole car from
a filling station and it had a small baby in the backseat. I am working on
putting in a front door bottom sealer, the old one was torn and is basically
worn out. Once the cleaning of the bottom of the door dries I can put on the
new one. Then I’ll sweep the TV room and office floors and that will be it for
tonight. Tomorrow I’ll do the living room and steps. The house is pretty much
ready for company now as we have been working on this off and on most of the
week. It is fun to have company. Outside of seeing Jim and Jeanne once and a
while Craig and Alta are the only other regulars who drop by during the year. We
are not much on socializing unless it is meeting out for dinner.
You spent time in the basement gathering the folders that you thought
might have the poem but it is nowhere to be found. – Amorella
2040 hours. It was good to go over some of that
old material from the early to late 1980’s. It is good to remember where I was
in my head in those days. Thirty-four years later is a lot later in life. The
main aspect I still carry on is writing novels. I began my first one in 1979. I
still have the drafts down the basement. I don’t write much poetry anymore. I
don’t remember that poem about the well and the angel. At the time I thought it
was very much William Blake-like in tone. Well, that’s how I remember it. My
memory is not always so good.
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