Notes - a slip of thought / no will

        This morning was more relaxed even though you haven’t finished reading the paper. You helped Carol with her shower and saw her dressed before taking a leisurely bath. And, you were thinking about Lester Noble and how he is now dead and jumped from Lester to yourself, noting in context: “I’ll be glad to get back where I belonged in the first place.” – Amorella

         1014 hours. It was the slip of a thought out of nowhere. People have such thoughts and pay them little or no attention and I am no different other than I write them down.

         Carol has an errand or two to run this morning and you and Linda will go along. Later, boy. Post. - Amorella

         Home from errands and Graeter’s; you are out to lunch later. – Amorella

         1200 hours. Carol walked to the mailbox using her cane – first time picking up the mail. Slowly we will be back into our daily routine. Sunny with a breeze and dispersing clouds, July is finally looking like July.

         The three of you went to Panera/Chipotle for lunch today and have been watching the eight episode of the second season of Downton Abbey with one more as the finale after your present break from the screen. You had a tropical-like rainstorm within the last two hours and may have another the way the wind is blowing; right now though partly cloudy skies. By supper it was raining tropical once again. Tonight you watched about half of season three of Downton Abbey and everyone was to bed by ten. – Amorella

         2232 hours. The Abbey is still enjoyable, wonderful acting in both comedy and high drama. Dr. Johnson was referenced once in today’s episodes. I feel good when I hear the names of my literary ‘friends’.

         Jadah the Monochrome Cat came up to play with the laser light and play you did. A fine interruption you think from thinking on the Abbey. – Amorella

         2249 hours. Downton Abbey is fine entertainment, fine theatre really, but playing with a wiry live cat has good humane purposes too. She shares warmth and a heartbeat, something theatre does not, at least not in the same tactile way. Life has spontaneity. Life is not art, far from it in my book. Art is an essay, no matter what its form. A nude human form may be made to appear as art, but it is not, not if one considers the form in its entirety. Art does not give birth and art does not die. Art may show aspects of a human heartansoulanmind, an essay of aspects on or about the heartansoulanmind – representations, limbs and leaves, really, but no roots. Roots do not have consciousness, not in my mind; roots have a passion to grow, no matter what the medium. (2307)

         You cannot help yourself, orndorff. You have no will to be anything but what you are – such an imbedded strangeness. Post. – Amorella

         2310 hours. I am no stranger, Amorella.