Afternoon. You are at the earthen dam at
Pine Hill Lakes Park facing east with the windows waiting for Carol to complete
her walk around the lakes on the asphalt trail. Today has been a near normal
day. You spent time looking at two other places for the bathroom remake – Ohio Tile
and Marble (downtown) and Keidel Kitchen and Bath Showcase off Paddock Road
near Norwood in Cincinnati.
We found our wall tile and have to match it to our
new Armstrong flooring and to a piece of our bathroom cabinet and that with our
new two sink vanity top (marble or granite). Stopping at Keidel we looked at
more tubs and now it is between a Kohler air and a Bain Ultra air tub. Bain is
the original air massage tub from Canada (ThermoMasseur with Geysair); I didn’t
know anything about it until recently. If we can get it for about five or six
hundred more than the Kohler tub it might be worth it, certainly for a positive
resale.
Evening.
You think about David and the coincidence of his dying on his birthday morning.
When you mentioned this at the church funeral service others verbally agreed
when you concluded your shared story and comment aloud, “. . . And, passing on
his birthday; that’s the David I know.” – Amorella
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hours. This is another example of the ‘wonder’ we witness from time to time in
life. There are human connections, invisible to us. ‘Gut’ connections.
Intuitive connections. I can easily project David smiling to himself and
thinking, ‘Going out this morning is a best timing for someone who can no
longer speak. It is a matter of quiet understanding. This is something I can
live and die with. This is how I have lived for many years – with quiet
understanding and this is a way to share it quietly with my family and friends.’
You could project this boy because it gives
you a way to imagine being there at the moment of his departure. You had a
similar experience when you felt Bob pass you by on his way out of this world;
and it turns out later, you found it was about the same time he died.
Coincidence, but it was a spiritual-like connection and it makes you feel
better to think you understood when they left, but only after the fact. Thus,
you realize in your reasonable mind, that you created such scenarios in your
head for your own comfort, just as you write, still, for your own comfort, your
spiritual comfort. Writing is a spiritual journey for you boy. Words are your
sacred stone; grammar is the mortar that seals them together. – Amorella
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hours. I don’t know that this is so, Amorella, but if so, I would hope I am
climbing a personal set of stairs and not a wall.
Following your thought, if this were a wall,
young man, you would not be open to sharing who and what you are for no other
reason than to remain free to be who and what you are to yourself. – Amorella
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hours. I wish to die both an open (honest) and free man, nothing more. – rho
This is a reason for you to work on your
writing form in your own time. For you, in this endeavor – your Merlyn books
and this blog, there is time enough until there isn’t. Post. – Amorella
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hours. You find a way to give me personal spiritual comfort, Amorella. I thank
you for this. – rho
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