24 August 2015

Notes - 23rd a birthday / 24th a school house / ironic humor

23 August 2015

         Mid-morning. You and Carol were up early, had breakfast and read the Sunday paper. You called Kim and wished her a happy birthday. Owen and Brennan are both enjoying their Fall schedules, though Brennan told Kim (the first day) he missed riding into school without Owen. You are tired and ready for a nap before exercises. Later, dude. – Amorella                    

24 August 2015

         You forgot you had a short piece yesterday thus you didn’t upload. Include today as a heart matter. – Amorella

         0830 hours. Carol has her physical therapy within the hour. Later this morning we pick up the Toyota (happy day). I am curious to see how it looks newly painted. I need a short nap to move on with the day. It is cooler but that triggers the arthritis particularly in the lower back and hip joints. This is not a complaint; just a fact of life. I have nothing to complain about. I need a hot soaking bath before the nap – better than taking pain pills.

         You picked up the car and it appears brand new on the outside. The damage repair, paint and painting restoration came to seven thousand, five hundred and some dollars. Quite a bit more than you were expecting. State Farm took care of all but the two hundred and fifty dollar deductable, which you paid Joseph Collision Restoration Center.

         Lunch at Penn Station and now you are at the far north lot of Pine Hill Lakes Park, facing west and sitting in the shade of the trees on the hill. Carol is asleep. Let’s go to Dead Ten. – Amorella

         1437 hours. I finished a short paragraph but don’t know where to go from here. I have forgotten what we are doing. Carol is on page 10 of Kathy Reichs’ novel, Bones to Ashes. – I had to return to the 16 August post to gather selections of notes that deal with Dead 10. I have 15 pages of notes as to where I am and a bit about where Dead 10 may be heading. I will have to refresh.

         One of the points is that Merlyn is about to have an exchange of souls. – Amorella

         1457 hours. Why is that? People don’t have an exchange of soul of soul for another every day.

         How do you know this, boy? – Amorella

         1500 hours. I wouldn’t be practical.

         What if each heartanmind is but a schoolhouse for the soul?

         1501 hours. That would make everyone useful-in-purpose. That’s an interesting thought, Amorella.

         Carol is ready to leave. Later, boy. – Amorella

         You were running errands and looking for two-pound ankle weights for Carol but had no luck and several stores. - Amorella

         1759 hours. We wasted a couple of hours with people at one store assuring us that another store would have the weights. All we found were three and five-pound Velcro held weights. The physical therapist said two pounds. We are home and we are both tired.


         Post. - Amorella

         You had leftovers for supper (stuffed green peppers) and watched NBC News, PBS’s “Doc Martin” (one of Fritz’s favorites) then Carol went to bed. You watched Sunday night’s “The Last Ship” and “Falling Skies”. You have some errands already up for tomorrow. – Amorella

         2218 hours. In an earlier post you said: “This open soul is far older than the one Merlyn has; as old as Adam, one might say. – Amorella “ I responded by going off into Moby Dick. How can a soul be of any age as it is deemed immortal?

         You see what you are doing – referencing the open soul to humankind criteria. The soul does not revolve, so to speak, around humankind, if anything it would be the other way around, but it isn’t even that, not in these fictions, boy. – Amorella

         2226 hours. It is not about age, it is about a soul’s experiences in life. Is this assumption on a better track?

         An soul can become wiser by being open. – Amorella

         2229 hours. Doug and Nancy sent me a good quote about wisdom today or yesterday. It was today’s quotation:
" No man was ever wise by chance. "
Lucius Annaeus Seneca

         It is such a wonderful quotation. One of the best they have ever sent me. I love good quotations. I remember loving them from the time I read my mother’s Bartlett’s Quotations. It was a pre-World War II edition. I read it in the summer between seventh and eighth grade if I remember rightly. I still have the copy in the basement.

         How else would a soul acquire wisdom without ‘reading’ a heartanmind, at least in these books? – Amorella

         2240 hours. At least it gives our species a greater purpose, that is, one beyond ourselves.

         You see, your spirit does have hope, boy, whether you are fully aware of it or not. – Amorella

         2241 hours. I have my doubts – more so because you bring this up. Throw the boy a bone and he’ll pick it up – this kind of doubt. Sartre always said self-deception is the worst kind (or something to that effect).

         These books are fiction and authentically written; how can you be more self-deceptive than that, young man? – Amorella

         2248 hours. You throw in ironic humor – that which I love best. You are a marvel, Amorella. You are so kind and angelic-like to my deepest heart.

         Post, boy. Get a good night’s sleep. - Amorella

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