Mid-morning. You have resolved to stick with
classifying yourself as a Unitarian. Digging down deep, you have come to the
conclusion that while Living: you are a transcendental existentialist. –
Amorella
0906
hours. I could debate this until Kingdom come (if it does). It is obvious that
alive I have to be an existentialist first because ‘I exist’. This is an
example of how I can see why my parents did not consider me very bright. Sometimes
I feel I am somewhat like the character Forrest Gump. I have confusion between literal
and figurative thinking; I mix them up unknowingly. I am sure there are plenty
of examples of this in these years on this blog, so T first and E second.
Jadah’s
stretched on her back with her white belly in a large sunbeam by the bed. Cats
can be so sincerely relaxed – not a care in the world at the moment. We have
another blue sunny sky in southwest Ohio this morning.
It
should be a good day to caulk the deck to the house and also to spray paint the
four other deck chairs and table still in the basement. Tomorrow it is supposed
to rain.
Kim
called and is coming down Saturday with the boys and going home on Monday. She
already has train ride tickets for Sunday afternoon. Paul has to work.
You
have the deck section washed, cleaned and drying after going to Ace Hardware
for supplies and spray paint for the four chairs. Presently you are waiting for
Carol at Natorp’s for flowers for the two pots by the front porch, then a stop
at the doctor’s to pick up forms for Carol and after that, you are going to
lunch at Marx Bagels before going home and getting some more work done. –
Amorella
1240
hours. It is warming up and as long as the wind isn’t too bad I can paint those
chairs this afternoon. We are really feeling good about the deck. Lots of
people at Natorp’s today, the first day of the week for them as they are closed
on Mondays and Tuesdays.
1251
hours. I was looking over the faeries/angels doc and realize I need to have
some sort of foundation for Dead 10. Is Merlyn going to tell a story about how
it was Before, from what has been
inferred. We do have the story of the Beginning
somewhere in here or in the first book.
Orndorff you aren’t going to be able to work
while you are thinking about Ex Machina and the naked robots, or livebots as
you like to call them. – Amorella
1259
hours. This is so bad. I see these women walking by and picture them naked
through no fault of my own. There was something about seeing the naked livebot
in the film that I picked up as an Eve innocent. I was surprised it was the
trimmed pubic hair that got to me. The livebot was covered decently enough with
pubic hair. To me, hairless looks naked. Pubic hair might as well have been a
brown bikini bottom half. A few naked ladies popped into mind as I sat in the
car. I really didn’t pay much attention after the initial flash of imagination.
It is like walking down the beach and stumbling into a nude beach section.
Initial shock then, what the hell and you move on through. They are just human
beings and I think they are more innocent than they let on.
Mid-afternoon. You finished painting the top
half of the four chairs. The plan is to wait a couple more hours, turn them
over and paint the other half, then touch them up after the rains put on the
chair feet caps and set at least two of the four on the deck. – Amorella
1558
hours. I will have to clean up the chalking a bit. I can set a nice bead, then
out of the blue I err or hit a snag and botch up part. Now, back to the story
line in Dead Ten.
1725
hours. The paint is still a bit tacky so I painted what I could, mostly the
backs and underneath where I could with the chair on a tilt. I will have some
touching up to do. If it doesn’t rain until tomorrow they should be completely
dry by morning.
Carol has breakfast with a few retired Blue
Ash teacher friends tomorrow. She always looks forward to these gatherings.
1733
hours. The long Dead say, thinks Merlyn, there was a setting before time that
held Faeries or Angels. No one knows which or where for that matter. Angels or
Faeries or Both shedding flakes of spiritual matter. It had no place to go so
it fell into nowhere The flakes eventually gathered into dust bunny-like clumps
that further defined into spiritual-like leathery crystal, which distilled
further into sock-like sacks with no strings attached.
You
feel asleep napping on the living room floor. – Amorella
1948
hours. Wow. I slept more than an hour. Carol is watching one of her shows. I
remember telling her I didn’t want any supper and just lay down on the floor
with a pillow for a minute or two. That was just after the paragraph from
nowhere began. Dust bunnies no less. I was going to write something . . . but
fell into Merlyn thinking. Sock-like sacks with no strings attached. Well, it’s
something rather than nothing.
You can always erase it. – Amorella
1956
hours. Right now, I’m still waking up. I was really tired. Carol’s going to
want to watch a show or two from last night, probably “NCIS”. I’m still not
hungry.
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