Mid-afternoon.
You took your 2015 tax material in for work and stopped at Marx Bagels for a
picnic lunch in the parking lot watching cars go by on Kenwood Road. For a lark
you allowed “Ms. Garmin” to take you home on an alternate route (Schoolhouse
Road to Fields-Ertel) from Blue Ash. Presently you are sitting center-wise in
Rose Hill Cemetery while Carol walks. You continue your exercises in the
morning, forty minutes plus, five days a calendar week (since the last full
week of December). – Amorella
1520
hours. I enjoy the cemetery – varied sized chiseled granite lined either east
to west or north to south, grass and trees. I take keen interest in cemeteries,
since I was three, that’s the earliest I can remember playing among the stones
in one. Having lived in Mason for forty years I know some of the names,
relatives of former students, but not like at Otterbein, Pioneer, Methodist and
Central College in and around Westerville.
Don’t erase, boy. You indulged in a thought
on the Dead. No harm done. Here’s Carol. – Amorella
You are
tired and are thinking of taking a nap. Post. – Amorella
You did not
shut your eyes. You and Carol watched the DVR until after eight then she read
upstairs and you watched another “X-File” this one about a crazed church leader
and his followers and a multiple personality possibly connected with Maulder in
a past life during the American Civil War. – Amorella
2140
hours. I wonder from time to time about past lives ever since Mother gave me The
Search for Bridey Murphy to read after she read it when I was sixteen. The
Merlyn stories don’t talk about the past ‘lives’ of souls that I remember. The
only hint is in the science in the genes at least that’s what I remember from
Grandma’s Stories in the books. I remember a life event or two about it but it
is already written in here somewhere, maybe four years ago. No need to go over
what I’ve already written, probably more than once. I
ought to just go up to bed, at least listen to some music on Pandora before
sleep.
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