Mid-morning. You had breakfast and read the
Sunday paper. Once online you first wished your old friend John Douglas Goss a
Happy Birthday. Doug is seventy-three as you soon will be. You both are curious
and love science and history. You also both went to Minerva Park Elementary,
Emerson Junior High and Westerville High School. You had Mrs. Spence for Fourth
Grade, Mr. Franklin for Eighth Grade History, Miss Harley for Freshman English,
Mary Belle Clary for Latin, Joseph Ralston for Chemistry and Bob Short for
Advanced Algebra and Geometry, Ralph Readout for Government and Mrs. Gossett
for British Literature. Doug also had Physics and Trigonometry with Ralston and
Short his senior year. – Amorella
0935
hours. A tip of the black beret to those, a few of our varied shared public
school teachers.
You had a short nap and are ready for your
exercises. Carol is washing clothes. Post. – Amorella
1009
hours. I have some yard chores to do today also and a water distribution
project. It is supposed to rain most of the week so I should get cracking.
You
completed your forty minutes of exercises and took another short nap with Jadah
again snuggled on your chest. Yard work will be better done later and in the
shade. Besides you have to buy a fifteen-foot hose if there is such. – Amorella
1202
hours. I also have to finish with the bags of shredded wood. Another project is
cleaning out the garage so an eventual new car will better fit than presently. There
is always something to do. And, there is always the basement. I continually
have my ‘stuff’ to clean up or throw out. When we were up we saw Kim had put
some of my books near the fireplace. Laney’s present, The Complete
Shakespeare as well as my Grandmother Orndorff’s Hemingway’s first edition
of Old Man and the Sea among a few others. The majority are on her
office shelves.
Last night you made a comment on Facebook:
As
the Magna Carta is 800 years old I am reminded of three dates one had to
remember for testing purposes in my thirty-four plus years of British
literature class. Does anyone remember? I do. Don't tell. rho -
My best to all my former students!
Several
students and friends commented, but finally Ingeborg asked and you responded. -
Amorella
Ingeborg Lichtenbert please do tell, i've forgotten!
Okay, Ingeborg. This may not have been all the classes
but two of the dates were as Matt said, Battle of Hastings, 1066 and the Magna
Carta, 1215. The other date was 55 BC, J. Caesar's first invasion of the Isles
(unsuccessful but it lead to the successful one in 54 BC). Major turning points
that effected change in both culture and consequently literature. I am retired
but my passion for history and the written word is unchanged. I hope your own
passions continue to move along with you in life. Being human is a continually
interesting experience. Thumbs up for life while we have it and for others who
do when we don't. - rho
We
are home from lunch and a quick trip to Kroger’s on Tylersville. I am wondering
on this connection, where are you presently in my head, Amorella?
I am at the base of your brain where the heartansoulanmind trisect. Here
is some online help. - Amorella
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Cerebellum Base
Here, the cerebellum returns, but viewed from its
"base," or where it attaches to the rest of the brain (a
"basal" view). A tough layer of tissue called dura mater separates
the cerebellum from the cerebrum. However, the cerebellum still gets
information from other parts of the brain, via connections to part of the
brainstem called the pons.
From -
http://wwwDOTlivescienceDOTcom/42227-3d-images-human-brain.html
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I am among the pons, boy, at least
presently. – Amorella
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Quick Facts:
Location: Area of the hindbrain that sits directly above the medulla
Function: Connects upper and lower parts of the brain
The Pons serves as a message
station between several areas of the brain. It helps relay messages from the
cortex and the cerebellum. Without the pons, the brain would not be able to
function because messages would not be able to be transmitted, or passed along.
It also plays a key role in sleep and dreaming, where REM sleep, or the
sleeping state where dreaming is most likely to occur, has been proven to
originate here, in the pons.
From - http://brainmadesimpleDOTcom/pons.html
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1648
hours. You surprise me throwing out such specific information via online.
Why? – Amorella
1649
hours. Because I have continual doubts on your reality.
This is about your reality, orndorff, not my
own. Post. – Amorella
1747
hours. I am almost down with trimming the thirty some feet of evergreen bushes
on the northeast side of the front of the house. The short hose I have used in
the past looks good for another few seasons so I don’t have to go buy a new
short hose. I think it is fifteen feet or so which should put the post at the
north edge of the line of bushes where the water can be more easily turned on/off.
Earlier I put the screen in the garage attic entrance. The attic has a screen
about three feet above the garage ceiling so warm air can better escape from
the garage when open or closed. We usually do this in May but not this year. I
was outside about an hour and it is hot and muggy even though I was working in
the shade. I just have a bit more to trim but it is difficult standing and
trimming because of the slope. The battery-powered trimmer is on a ten-foot
long pole, which makes the trimming easier in some ways except where it weighs
on balance on the arms. This is a fact not a compliant. Dave Short and I used
to trim a long hedge at the Blendon Township Cemetery. The hedge was about ten
feet tall and three to four feet thick when it needed trimming. The hedge ran
along a north south road to Dempsey and it is at least a hundred to a hundred
and fifty yards in length. We used hand trimmers while standing in the back of
a township dump truck where feasible. We complained about that job in the heat
of summer. Mowing and trimming around stones was much easier, and the more
trees the better for the shade except when graves were being dug. What
wonderfully carefree days those were working in the summer for Blendon Township
– a part of a good young man’s life.
Physical work is almost always easier when
young. There is joy in seeing something physical accomplished – a well-mowed
cemetery, a large and long well trimmed cemetery hedge. – Amorella
1817
hours. I think you are reading my heart, Amorella. It was an honor to work for
the Dead, so to speak. That’s the way I always took it. And, when trimming
along the roads, we were working for the living, for the community. There was
honor in that also.
2001
hours. I finished hooking up the hoses and set the hoses where they belong. The
problem is that the post is not fully perpendicular to the ground, so I will
have to work on it as well as make sure the hoses are securely tightened to the
brass spigot, i.e. no leakage. We have a couple appointments for tomorrow as
well as a household chore or two. No rest of the wicked, or so the saying goes.
This brings you to wonder if spirits in their
restless nature somehow help the flow of spiritual energy in the metaphysical
world, like schools of fish stirring up quiet waters. – Amorella
2010
hours. Indeed that’s what the saying brought to mind. Who knows why? It doesn’t
even seem a reasonable thought. I’m ready to listen to some music or sit with
Carol and watch one of our DVRed shows when she comes downstairs.
You
and Carol watched the evening news on NBC via the DVR then began “Miss Marple”
on PBS but you got thirty minutes into it and stopped for the evening. –
Amorella
2211
hours. Once we realized it was a two-hour show we decided to call it quits for
the night. Carol is upstairs reading and I’m down here for a bit. I was tired
now I am not. I am not up for writing however.
You were going to listen to music. –
Amorella
2216
hours. I thought that a moment ago. Those schools of fish got me thinking on
the ‘nibbling’ at the end of the washer on the string. The string would hang
down, held tight by my right thumb and forefinger, dangling above the ‘target’
as Dr. Payne used to call it. All at once about an inch or so above the target
the washer would be pulled down slightly like a fish nibbling on a piece of
bait. It was most extraordinary and happened several times. Nothing was between
the washer and the target piece of paper on the desk. There were no magnets in
the desk and sometimes I had the target on a table. I ought to try the
experiment again and see what happens.
If you do use your most sophisticated
target, the one you evolved through experimentation. You have the notes so no
need to check them at least not now. A photo of that target ought to be in the
blog in any case. You have a washer and string in your desk under the steps in
the basement. – Amorella
2228
hours. You can feel my excitement Amorella but I am spooked enough for the
moment, thinking about the pons’ placement in the brain. What a location for
you to exist, right where the dreams are. This is amazing to me. What a
coincidence.
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coincidence - noun
1
a remarkable
concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection:
it's no coincidence that this new burst of innovation has occurred in the free
nations | they met by coincidence.
2
correspondence in
nature or in time of occurrence: the coincidence of interest between the
mining companies and certain politicians.
3
Physics: the presence of ionizing particles or other
objects in two or more detectors simultaneously, or of two or more signals
simultaneously in a circuit.
ORIGIN early
17th cent. (in the sense ‘occupation of the same space’): from
medieval Latin coincidentia, from coincidere ‘coincide, agree’
dates from the 1930s.
Selected
and edited from the Oxford/American software
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2237
hours. Even in the origin of the word – “occupation of the same space” –
according to you Amorella – we both occupy the same space.
This does not mean you are a walking
coincidence, boy. – Amorella
2240
hours. I do feel the heartansoulanmind, the human spirit, if you will does occupy
the same space as the physical body.
It is a matter of definition. Without physics
there is no science, boy.– Amorella
2244
hours. Spookiness is not science, but the feeling is human nevertheless.
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