Notes - refresher ; the rub

       Late afternoon. You have been looking at The Tile Store again for the upstairs hall bathroom. Carol got some price estimates; late lunch at Smashburgers before that. – Amorella

       1722 hours. I have not been motivated to work on Dead 11 and it is bothering me because I am afraid I really don’t care much about any of it anymore. Long ago I thought I had had a mystical experience and that in itself spurred me on to do something with it, to make it count for something. Writing appeared a necessity at the time, and no doubt it was. Writing was a coping mechanism to deal with my professional attitude towards teaching and what-was-good-for- family. This ‘writing experience’ began in 1988. The mystical or mystical-like experiences (well described throughout years of notes) were adjusted for the reality in which I found myself at the time. I was no Saul on the road to Damascus, but I essentially thought the Voice told me to, “Arise, and write, particularly when, you, the Amorella, kindly appeared to help. My passion for such an experience was built up because outside of mostly public teaching English professionally I had no other fitting attributes for which to ‘arise’. (1825) 

       Carol is looking over a catalogue of bathroom fixtures and asking for your input. Later, dude. Post. - Amorella

       2117 hours. We watched the NBC and ABC News with leftover pizza for supper then “Blindspot” and I watched an old “X-Files” where Scully is in the hospital for cancer while Carol was upstairs reading the new May issue of Consumer Reports.

       You are readying for bed with a focus on this photograph you took in 2007. Add and post with the comment you just placed on your Facebook page. – Amorella

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One of my favorite photographs. One of my favorite places in all the world. The candle, chair back and stained glass window provide clues to this setting of a tale.

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       2254 hours. I don’t know why this should be done. I have used this photograph I took in 2007 several times in this lengthy blog.

       But tonight as you saw this photograph once again you thought, ‘I would like a few of my ashes scattered about the grounds of this cathedral.’ – Amorella

       2258 hours. I did. The words rose from within, and from me, an agnostic at heart.

       There’s the rub, boy, now post. – Amorella

       My humanity shivers at such a forethought.

       Caught again in rising words to fingertips. - Amorella