Morning. You are at Easton Mall in front of
Chico’s after Donuts at Schneider’s and first a stop at Mom, Dad and Mary Lou’s
gravestones. The ladies are looking for more clothes for Sharon and Gil’s Jamaica
wedding in a couple of weeks. Afterward, you and Carol are homeward bound. –
Amorella
1012 hours. So far it is pleasantly
partly cloudy. I’m sure it will warm up. I just want to get home and take a
nap. Last night Paul tried to help me get Garmin to recognise my devise. We
were not successful but I did get a message from Garmin this morning and I’ll
see if it works this afternoon. It uploaded free updates in March without a bit
of trouble. I love the machine, awesome GPS. I’ll wait to upload this once we
are home (more secure than a shopping mall).
After noon. You are stopped at the Tanger
Outlet Mall about half way home. Carol is checking out Chico’s. – Amorella
1254 hours. It is still a pleasant
partly cloudy/sunny day with a bit of southwest wind – flags are flying
straight out just off I-71. I am wondering if I should continue with Dewdrop. I
will keep on it privately but I feel I am wasting blog space as the blog is so
specifically focused, especially since it is the same material (slightly edited
for clarity) that is already on this blog.
Your mother once said that if you write
anything worth writing about be prepared to put your name on it published or
not. As such it is more honest to have your work out in the open to keep you
honest and true to yourself whether anyone else reads it or not. Thus, I want
the material in a blog. – Amorella
1302 hours. Keeping it public is more
humbling. I can see that.
You have a naked mind, boy. Let’s keep it
that way. Your mind, when you write with my guidance, is as free as if you were
already dead, that’s the way I see it. I find it refreshing whether anyone else
does or not; and, by anyone else, I am also referring to you. Live with it.
Everyone pays the Piper; this is your payment. You are not afraid of what is in
your head. – Amorella
1307 hours. Freedom is very important
to me. If I were dead I would probably want more, not less. (This is an odd
thought out of nowhere.)
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