Mid-morning. You and Carol have had
breakfast and read the paper. You are ready to meet the dentist; Carol is
readying this mid cloudy Thursday.
0901
hours. Now that I am indeed ready I would just as soon have the cleaning
complete. Every six months Carol has us in for a cleaning. I think once a year
would be fine, but Carol has her comfort level on some matters and tooth cleaning
is one of several. Dr. E is a very good dentist; we had his father before him
and even stopped in once to see his grandfather’s practice. We have always been
fortunate with dentists.
You had an excellent lunch at Longhorn’s.
Carol had her generous sized chicken salad and you had a six-ounce sirloin with
onion, mushrooms and a baked potato. Carol is using the treadmill and you
skipped exercise for the day. - Amorella
1521 hours. I may take a short nap,
although I had a short nap before lunch.
You slept awhile.
1635 hours. About an hour I imagine. I
feel better.
Another snack supper and “Person of
Interest”, “Suits” and NBC News with fast forward commercials of course. Carol
is defrosting a frozen Jennifer cookie from On the Rise in Cleveland Heights, a
real treat in your house. Tomorrow morning someone is coming to check your home
humidifier; seems it is using too much water. – Amorella
1940 hours. The water bill, which came
today, is up eighteen dollars from last year. Carol checked and water was
puddled on the floor under the humidifier, not a good sign. It was checked out
in November when the furnace was inspected. So, we’ll see tomorrow. I am going
to narrow down the Elderfelder story for PouchMaster’s telling.
Carol is sitting in the living room with you
reading a magazine – you both finished your cookies. – Amorella
2012 hours. I have been attempting to
shorten the Elderfelder story but find myself researching the entrance of
Glevema’s House instead, like I need to begin the story first.
Orndorff, you have the entrance pictured
right in front of you on your desktop. Use it. – Amorella
Desktop Photo of House in Pompeii
Let’s
give it a start. – Amorella
** **
Book
Two, Pouch Eight – draft one
Merlyn glances at the classically
formed twin columns on each side of the wide closed roof of the atrium; the
open roof and garden visibly lies beyond. The beautifully constructed painted
art on the left walls and the open rooms one after the other are on the right.
Where we will be directed to go, thinks Merlyn. No one is about. I was told to
wait on the porch. I expect to be greeted. He turns to face the cobbled street
and sees Mother Glevema walking towards him with the spirit of the woman titled
PouchMaster by her species. Each is dressed in a classical Greek pant and shirt
of thin linen – Glevema’s a light green and PouchMaster’s, a light blue. Upon a
closer view Merlyn could easily discern the fully feminine spirit body each choose of the
occasion.
Late
thirties or early forties, considers Merlyn with a slight smile, and I am
appearing a shaggy white haired and fully bearded wild man of the forest
dressed in long flowing white wool tunic; a druid through and through. I am as
I was the year before I died – dressed for the expectation of others in those
times. It is too late to change. – 200 plus words
** **
2104
hours. This is not so bad for beginning with nothing in my head.
You needed something real to visualize from
boy. Post. – Amorella
2106 hours. I will not forget standing
on the spot and taking this photograph at Pompeii. I felt right at home walking
up to the entrance and placing my hands and camera between the gate bars, as
this house was not open to the public. I would not have wanted it open to the
public either. It is so fully a Greek house in my imaginary mind – a storybook perfect
place for Glevema, PouchMaster and Merlyn to meet.
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