Notes - Fri morn / arrogant and unbecoming /

         You woke up before six, took a long soaking bath then a quick shower to wash your hair. You really appreciate the fact that Kim and Paul built an extra room and safety featured bath that is available for your use anytime and you tell them so. – Amorella

         0746 hours. I do. We are always comfortable at the Paik’s home. Fritz and I had a good lunch and conversation yesterday, but he did not go to the supper because his son Michael was home from NYC and in the process of moving to Chicago where he is writing a new play. I wish him much success. At our supper/gathering twenty-some showed up. Had a good time – sat next to Jean and Ken and Jim and Bev at the far end of the table for a change. Varied conversations on the state of the nation and the world as well as our local Westerville and how we are Westerville history in the present. Some had not expected me to be at the recent reunion thinking we were in Florida.

         We are going to breakfast after dropping the boys off at school then I am heading home from there.

         You were checking over chapter eight on the iCloud this morning and wondering about my earlier comment (a couple of posts ago) concerning the effect of the Dead on the Living. – Amorella

         0802 hours. I have thought about it. Obviously the Dead’s contribution to the Living is us through our great, great, great grandparents forward (as well as way back on Homo sapiens Yellow Brick Road, so to speak). Some also effect us through their broader scientific contributions to society as well as the arts. The imagination though comes from the present of the discoverer, inventor or artist.

         The family is gathering to head out to school. Later, dude. Post. - Amorella

         Late afternoon. When you arrived home Carol and Linda wanted to go to Graeter’s. It was Carol’s first car ride since coming home. No kids’ cups today; everyone had an ice cream in a regular cup – mint chocolate chip for Carol for walking up and down the 13 stairs for the first time. (Today she just completed this task again.) After the ice cream you stopped at Panera on the way home for Carol’s take out strawberry salad with baguette. Linda a soup and half a sandwich and you had a diet Coke since you had a large breakfast with Kim, Paul and Owen at Scramblers near Polaris before heading home. – Amorella

         1708 hours. Owen wasn’t feeling well so only Brennan was in school today. I-71 (mostly two lanes) was packed this morning with lines of trucks heading south as well as cars. I have no idea why. It reminded me of the old two lane I-75 back in the seventies – full attention driving at every moment. After the trip for ice cream I came home and took a nap while Carol worked her exercises. Yesterday Fritz made a comment on writers (his son, me and himself) not performing at task so much. I chuckled but certainly recognize the truth of the statement as far as I was concerned. This has been a long break from working the chapters.

         Writing is a joy for you, not a task. You write most every day. Who’s to say what is related to the book and what is not. You do not know yourself. Your question, also one of Kant’s basic questions: “What can I know?” Another of Kant’s basic questions is: “What is a human being?” Your focus continues on these targets. You find this theme from time to time throughout all these years of this blog and your lifetime of notes. You are who you are, orndorff. Just like everyone else is who she or he is. The special aspects of humanity are equal – in both the individual and the Homo sapiens as a collective. To think otherwise is arrogant and unbecoming from your perspective, and I, the Amorella, agree.