Dusk. You had a good day. Forty minutes of
exercise, plus work around the house, a late lunch at Max and Erma’s in
Sharonville by I-275 and Rt. 42, then home where you worked on deleting
channels from the new TV (lots of channels) – you are up to channel 48; you
consider this an accomplishment particularly after reading the instruction
folder for the television (very small print). Now you are at Kroger’s on
Mason-Montgomery Road. Carol is inside. The parking lot is full as a storm
watch shifted to storm warning with four to eight inches of snow. You called Jared
and asked if he would do the driveway what with Carol with a bad knee and you
not wanted to trouble your lower back. He said he would do it for free after
you offered twenty but he mentioned that you and his dad paid half for the snow
blower in the first place so you left it up in the air. You plan to slip him
twenty sometime after the fact when you see him by himself. – Amorella
Evening. You had Kroger’s crunchy peanut
butter with honey and raisins on the end of an old loaf of bakery wheat bread
and cereal for supper, Carol had similar. You watched NBC News and last
Thursday’s “Blacklist” on TW Prime and are DVRing shows tonight and during the
week. The trash has been taken to the street and tonight you await the
snowstorm tomorrow. – Amorella
2133 hours. It looks like we are on
the edge of the coming system – most of the storm appears to be heading through
central Kentucky, then on east to Washington and New York City. SNL-40 is on,
Carol is probably watching. I am copying it Friday night’s showing. We watched
that show religiously until Kim was born; our quiet life routine disrupted – no
complaints. We have had a wonderful life. This morning when I delivered the
neighbor’s Sunday paper in the cold I came in thinking about how it was as a
kid going out Auntie and Uncle Doc’s outhouse in such weather (when we were
gathering maple sap to make syrup). At least the spiders didn’t move, nothing
moved in the outhouse in such cold. I don’t remember lingering either, summer
or winter I did not linger in the outhouse. As a kid I never thought to take
along any toilet paper. I hoped there was some sitting beside the holes but
sometimes there was nothing, not even a Sears’ catalogue to tear a page from.
Hot and cold running water in the house, a gas stove rather than a coal fired
potbelly. I remember. No electric sockets or switches on the wall. I’d go home
where we had all those things and I would think about both sets of my
grandparents who grew up living like Auntie and Uncle Doc. They did have a car.
I think it was a Plymouth out of the 1930’s. We didn’t have a car until Dad
came home from the war. I am appreciative to have been born when and where I
was so I might be allowed to experience those lack things so that I might
better appreciate them the rest of my life.
Your words are awkward and you spend time
tweaking them for no good reason. – Amorella
2200 hours. I can rarely express
myself properly. What irony.
Most everyone has irony in her or
his life, boy. You are no exception. – Amorella
2203 hours. What is the lesson in it?
Humor, at least that is how you see it. –
Amorella
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