Notes - play / retribution /prerequisite /

        Mid-morning. June is beginning to feel like late Spring; clear blue sky, yellow-white sun, warm temperature and light breeze. For kids this would be a day for outside adventure. – Amorella

         0843 hours. It is easy to imagine the heart of a kid in any age living remembering such days and adventures taken. How about six billion kids’ hearts remembering the best of good days playing outside no matter what time of year it is.

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         You completed your forty minutes of exercises and feel better in that you actually did something today. – Amorella

         1147 hours. The blog tends to show how little I actually do. I have the kitchen, the living room and the hall runners to sweep this morning and when the sweeper recharges I have the upstairs to do. I need to be thinking about the bathrooms and kitchen floor also, but I am waiting more until the end of the month as Carol’s sister Linda will be here for the Cook reunion. Dusting needs done too, that can’t wait. First, I need to fill up the Avalon from the trip. Tomorrow we go to Westerville for the day to have lunch at Max and Erma’s with Mary Lou and Gayle. Maybe we’ll also stop and see Cathy and Tod before heading back. Kim will be down Monday to go to the prep class at Bethesda North with Carol and myself. Growing older has its own devices to keep reality set on high. We both have arthritis but Carol is becoming cyborg-like with a new knee implant. A cyborg is supposed to have greater than normal human impact and if it works it will have greater than Carol’s present normal impact. Cyborg-like seems a fitting use of the words in this local context. I don’t have any artificial parts yet but if I live long enough they’ll be coming, probably with the knee and/or hip. Dad had a pacemaker. That is cyborg-like too. I like the word but it is disused probably because of its great intended meaning. Some would say I misuse the term but I add the ‘like’. I cannot imagine much retribution.

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         Mid-afternoon. You just returned from a late lunch at Marx Hot Bagels stopping to fuel before tomorrow’s sojourn to Westerville. Filling up from the Tennessee station, on the computer you have 37.8 miles per gallon, that is, for the entire Florida trip. You and Carol are quite pleased because it was in the nineties in Florida and traveling down and back you were keeping the car at eighty miles per hour whenever safely plausible. – Amorella

         1516 hours. Going down I focused more on 78 mph but was up to 91 or 92 a few times – passing or getting out of someone’s road. We are amazed how well the car, fully loaded, scoots up when pressed. We never felt underpowered. I have an appointment at Joseph Toyota for the 25,000 mile check up on Tuesday which is mostly for the free tire rotation, and I feel comfortable that the car is being checked over at the shop after the trip in case of a potential problem. Outside of my 1985 GTI this Avalon Hybrid is the best car we have ever had. If and when we get another car we both agree it will be a hybrid or perhaps even a plug-in hybrid if the price comes down. Right now, if we were looking, it would be a Ford or a Camry. Carol is at the community center walking. We have the grocery to go to and that should be it for the day.

         You have been thinking about writing on the current chapter but are not yet putting yourself into it. Why is that? – Amorella

         1531 hours. Good question, Amorella. I was pumped after running into Laney at lunch a few weeks ago, and I thought I might work when we were on ‘Florida break’, but alas, I am in a slump. Here and now is a prerequisite over fiction at the moment. I am not sure why.

         You feel deep down that you erred all these years, that I am but a logical figment of your imagination. Not that you expected more; it is a matter of possibility, which as you grow older realize more and more, that your imagination has been a powerful and unduly hopeful enterprise that ‘something might come of your work, of your unconsciousness’. – Amorella

         1538 hours. Those feelings and that emotional impact is certainly in my head; as usual, I don’t like to dwell on it. I’ll work on GMG.2 when the passion returns.

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