Notes - Beatrice

       Mid-afternoon. You just finished your Subway picnic in the shade facing west at the far north Pine Hill Lakes Park. Earlier you and Carol did a bit of yard work, trimming and removing dead wood before Tim finished mowing the yard. You have 7080 steps so far and 3.3mile equivalents on today’s Fitbit stats; this includes your forty-minute exercises. You and Carol also put four chairs on the deck and only the table and two side chair tables for drinks to complete the chore. Carol is on page 227 of Steve Berry’s book. – Amorella

       1510 hours. Carol complains that she isn’t reading it fast enough (too many interruptions) and she has to constantly go back and read over parts before continuing on. The yard is looking good; Tim was trimming when we left. We are glad he doesn’t mind doing the work and we are glad to pay him over someone we don’t really know.

       Tim only has two more days, at least with seniors; you remember this as the most relaxing time of the school year. Yesterday was your writing lady's birthday an you acknowledged it with a “Happy Birthday, m’Lady” and a smile on her Facebook page which she acknowledged with a “like”. You did not “take tea” as you were wont to do and feel a bit sad, though resigned about it. Would you like to clarify boy? – Amorella

       1523 hours. I have told her, showed her really, that she is my muse. I find it awkward on my part because she is obviously a busy woman (as always) and our special-friendly relationship was much easier when we both worked in the English department at William Mason High School. I am so proud of her accomplishment, earning her doctorate and teaching future teachers as a full professor at nearby Xavier University.

       Why do you stop here? – Amorella

       1528 hours. I don’t like to think I am envious of her but I am that; and I feel lesser, as I consider I am not worthy of her time. Isn’t this odd? It is true though. I get set up for “taking tea in a public setting” as I like to call it, to catch up on her personal well-being. We used to discuss our lives; we were closer in that way than we are today. I like to draw a strongly diluted comparison of Dante to his muse Beatrice (it is the only one similar that I know). We always agreed that it would be possible to remain good friends even though I assume we are both contentedly married. People sometimes say their relationship with another is ‘complicated’ but seeing what I think of our relationship is not really that complicated. I do love L though, and I have for a long time. She knows it. We are friends in our hearts (anywhere else would not be proper I imagine).

       Do you feel better now? – Amorella

       1543 hours. This writing didn’t/doesn’t really feel like a confession, Amorella.

       That’s entirely the point, boy. The above is not a confession. No need for one as far as I can see. Post, when plausible. – Amorella

       Carol has stopped reading and is writing a grocery list. Later, dude. - Amorella